04-26-2022, 04:03 AM
Leilan
Glowing stick hops in a very satisfactory way, and a green-eyed grin blooms on Leilan’s face. Not quite malicious, but relatively close. Leilan waits, for Trekori to rack his brain for the familiarity, the realization on his face easily read. For once, the scaled roan is some sort of patient with his nephew. If only because he openly enjoys the way his wide eyes make room for a scowl.
Uncle is what he finally greets him with, and a low chuckle gets almost stifled in the gold-maned stallion’s throat. Almost, as he does enjoy upsetting the younger one. One of the few pleasures in his life nowadays.
Sarcasm drips from Kori’s voice and it makes Leilan more careful. What ever happened to the young colt who was going to explore the world - his neglected self finding a new father in whatshisname, that winged stallion. Life, presumably. The ice-covered roan isn’t per say touched, as well as a little careful in when or where he prods this time. Mature? Not really. Just a little maybe.
”I’m one of its founders, yes. Dragon King in the North, as well.” he muses aloud more than that he answers with pride. ”Last remnants of what could have been a Brotherhood, but perhaps the name was cursed to begin with.” he shrugs a little. ”No longer, though. I’ve distanced myself from leadership twice now, but this cold has seeped into my bones. Couldn’t get rid of it if I wanted to.” He motions his head to one heap of snow, moving the wind such that it carries the snowdrift in an unnatural fashion, up in the sky to take Trekori’s shape. ”Look, it’s taking a liking to you as well.” Though this time, he does grin widely, making sure it’s quite obvious it is he who is shaping the white substance.
Uncle is what he finally greets him with, and a low chuckle gets almost stifled in the gold-maned stallion’s throat. Almost, as he does enjoy upsetting the younger one. One of the few pleasures in his life nowadays.
Sarcasm drips from Kori’s voice and it makes Leilan more careful. What ever happened to the young colt who was going to explore the world - his neglected self finding a new father in whatshisname, that winged stallion. Life, presumably. The ice-covered roan isn’t per say touched, as well as a little careful in when or where he prods this time. Mature? Not really. Just a little maybe.
”I’m one of its founders, yes. Dragon King in the North, as well.” he muses aloud more than that he answers with pride. ”Last remnants of what could have been a Brotherhood, but perhaps the name was cursed to begin with.” he shrugs a little. ”No longer, though. I’ve distanced myself from leadership twice now, but this cold has seeped into my bones. Couldn’t get rid of it if I wanted to.” He motions his head to one heap of snow, moving the wind such that it carries the snowdrift in an unnatural fashion, up in the sky to take Trekori’s shape. ”Look, it’s taking a liking to you as well.” Though this time, he does grin widely, making sure it’s quite obvious it is he who is shaping the white substance.
told you I'd change
even when I knew I never could
even when I knew I never could
@Trekori
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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