 The white two-year old lingers at the edge of the meadow, summoned by the calls of her mother and brother but reluctant to join them. Her interest in politics have shrunk in the face of her newest interest, and a predator has little time for the intricacies of power changes. The woods will be no different under one leader than another; there will still be shorelines to hunt and shadows to stalk.
Still, she catches Lepis’ gaze and knows she has been spotted.
Moving across the open field in a striking imitation of her father’s recently-adopted prowl, the scaled filly finds her place not far from the rise in the earth upon which her family stands. She does keep Pteron between herself and Lepis, and so has a good view of the cremello tobiano mare that has attached herself to Celina’s brother. That makes Reia her sister-in-law, Celina supposes, which feels an odd title for a woman that she has never met. The green-eyes filly inspects the woman carrying her firstborn nibling, from the feathered wings to the dragon scales and sharp teeth that flash when she speaks. A predator, thinks Celina with an unexpected thrill – someone like her. Reia is beautiful, Celina decides, and perfect for Pteron. Perfect in general, the girl decides, and wonders how best to foster a relationship with her. Perhaps Reia likes to hunt. Perhaps they can hunt.
The prospect brings a brighter smile to Celina’s angular face than she’d worn before, and she glances between her elder brother and her sister-in-law with a pleased sort of satisfaction. Mother is leaving the woods, and is being replaced by a beautiful dragon. Celina’s life seems like it is taking a definite upswing.
celina
i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type
make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type
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