01-14-2020, 02:47 AM
A little light makes his way trough the kingdom; a child’s laugh follows as the bushes and his wings betray his whereabouts in the thick foliage of the fertile volcano’s ground. The colt is alone, plays alone as his caretaker sometimes needs to visit other lands or talk to people - adults - that are important in some way. The light-coloured Aztec stumbles through the tropical forest on elongating legs, his gangly gait more sure about his path with every new day. Today he chases a dragonfly, tomorrow perhaps a parrot or a lizard.
He takes after his parents without knowing; without knowing them. He has been told his mother was on some sort of mission. It must be important, but it basically meant that she visited about once a month to check on him. She hasn’t really raised him, and so it is hard for the young boy to see her as his mother - or it would have been, had she not had those exact same wings he’s never seen on anyone else before.
Isilya teaches him things sometimes. Things that are important. But most of the time the boy grows up lonely, befriending and playing with the animals that naturally live in Tephra.
He takes after his parents without knowing; without knowing them. He has been told his mother was on some sort of mission. It must be important, but it basically meant that she visited about once a month to check on him. She hasn’t really raised him, and so it is hard for the young boy to see her as his mother - or it would have been, had she not had those exact same wings he’s never seen on anyone else before.
Isilya teaches him things sometimes. Things that are important. But most of the time the boy grows up lonely, befriending and playing with the animals that naturally live in Tephra.