”Aodhán.” The voice is sharp and reprimanding, and too close to how his mother would call him back sharply when he got too close to the Isle’s slippery cliffs, near the foal-eating seals (he’d never believed they did until he got chased by one and saw the teeth), or when he and Sheen would be tumbling a little too roughly. His ears flatten and his head is pulled to his chest reflexively, but his sister doesn’t seem to have a lot of time to be angry with him, instead quirking a brow at Brienna for speaking up.
Eurwen doesn’t feel like having a hundred babies, he thinks, but the gold-spotted male holds his tongue - this time.
He studies the spotted girl a moment, as she does him, but his attention turns to the more obvious green one who stands her ground. He smiles at the blazing face she pulls - probably for scaring her sister - though she doesn’t seem to want to back down. Sighing exasperatedly, the green-eyed stallion turns to his sister. ”I saw mom in the forest. Spots, smell, feathers and all - but she called herself Roz and reacted aggressively when I called her out. Thought it best to warn you. She even made me doubt it was her at all for the moment.” He shakes his head, a frown creasing his brow. No, he had been sure, especially in retrospect. It had just been the severity of her denial and the fierce, almost hateful way she had presented her circling logic to him that had him flabbergasted.
Shaking his crest, he looks at the girls and shrugs. ”I got the shifting abilities from that Magic you fed me, Wen. I’ve been a subconscious rock for half a year before someone brushed by me and woke me up.” he chuckles, remembering Lethy and Pteron. ”It’s fun trying new shapes though.” he tells her the latter to make sure she knows he doesn’t have any regrets or hard feelings a out it.
@[brienna]
Eurwen doesn’t feel like having a hundred babies, he thinks, but the gold-spotted male holds his tongue - this time.
He studies the spotted girl a moment, as she does him, but his attention turns to the more obvious green one who stands her ground. He smiles at the blazing face she pulls - probably for scaring her sister - though she doesn’t seem to want to back down. Sighing exasperatedly, the green-eyed stallion turns to his sister. ”I saw mom in the forest. Spots, smell, feathers and all - but she called herself Roz and reacted aggressively when I called her out. Thought it best to warn you. She even made me doubt it was her at all for the moment.” He shakes his head, a frown creasing his brow. No, he had been sure, especially in retrospect. It had just been the severity of her denial and the fierce, almost hateful way she had presented her circling logic to him that had him flabbergasted.
Shaking his crest, he looks at the girls and shrugs. ”I got the shifting abilities from that Magic you fed me, Wen. I’ve been a subconscious rock for half a year before someone brushed by me and woke me up.” he chuckles, remembering Lethy and Pteron. ”It’s fun trying new shapes though.” he tells her the latter to make sure she knows he doesn’t have any regrets or hard feelings a out it.
@[brienna]