Stupid Tephra. It was hot here, and humid too. The painted youth missed his home under the trees, where the air was always cool. He missed the scent of perpetual autumn. He missed his mother. Tephra felt confining with its borders of saltwater, and while he could fly away if he wished, mother expected him to be here. He wanted to be findable.
Krom and Karat were constant reminders of the day everything had gone wrong. Their mother hadn't left them, though, that was totally fair! Being around them just made him more mad. Mother's last admission haunted him, the knowledge that those two were really his half siblings. That he'd had a father all along, and she'd never said anything! With a pissed off squeal, he bucked, kicking into a scrubby tree.
A shadow crossed over him, making the boy look up just in time to notice the pale purple form of his father land before him. Kwartz was not much shorter than Klaudius anymore. Almost two years old, he could look the older stallion in the eye. "I guess I'm more than one kind of blind, huh Klaudius? Or should I call you dad? Or father. You could have told me, you know." There was no accusation in his tone, just a flat indifference. He didn't know how else to react. Had his entire life been a lie up to now? It sure felt that way. Walking over the rocky terrain beside the man felt strange. All his life it had been just he and his mother. They had been fine and happy, for the most part. Everything was different now.
@[Klaudius]