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Her heart warms as Kirin praises the boy, and she dips her head in thanks. She rather agrees with her father’s judgement too - despite being only hours old, it’s clear that Chaol will grow up into a rather handsome young stallion. A testament to his grandfather’s blood, she thinks.
She doesn’t fail to notice the sneer that threatens to grow at the sight of Chaol’s changing wings, and her heart shrinks, only to be re-grown when the wings change and Kirin’s approval is clear.
Her brown eyes turn to look at the boy as he stares quizzically back at them. He probably doesn’t know how he’d done it, poor dear. But he’ll figure it out she’s sure - these kind of things tend to be very instinctual. At least, that’s how it’s seemed to her from previous experience.
Chaol certainly seems to be figuring out something anyway, because the colour of his wings suddenly begins to change. She watches, amazed, as colour begins to bleed through his purple wings - a veritable rainbow red, yellow, green and blue. Just like her own.
“Yes, yes! Just like mine sweetie!” She steps forward to reach out to the rainbow wings, but they fade back to purple before she reaches them. All the same, she wraps her neck around him, pulling him into a tight hug. What a wonderful, gifted son Pazuzu has given her. “You are a simply magnificent Chaol!" She nuzzles into the soft downy, baby fur. "Isn’t he wonderful Father?” Her head turns slightly, one brown eye fastening on her father, desperately seeking the approval she hopes is there.
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