Reave had never considered too closely the familial resemblance that ran so strongly through him, nor that Cheri did not resemble them. Truthfully, with the odd and fantastical colors and creatures that abound in their home, it is hardly surprising to see a filly of black and green even in a family so overwhelmed by red and gold. Reave himself lacks the gold of course, his red fur broken instead by splashes of white, but the hue fit even as the wheaten strands of his mane and tail placed him squarely within their ranks.
As with many things in youth however, Reave never bothers to question it. All that matters in the moment is the way Cheri seems to accept his explanation without batting an eye. She is eager to join him, and there is very little in life that could stir his youthful zeal like the prospect of an adventure with a newfound friend could. Sure it’s fun to explore the vastness of this continent alone, but it is doubly so with companionship.
So to no one’s surprise, he accepts her proposal with alacrity. A wide grin stretches his lips, transforming him entirely from the skeptical and irritable boy he’d been to one of mischief and good humor.
No more words are needed as he springs after her with seemingly boundless energy. He is nimble over the uneven terrain of the old and misty forest, easily surpassing her to lead them in the direction he’d been staring off into only moments earlier. It is only when he reaches the very borders of the territory that he slides to a halt, deliberately bumping Cheri as he does so to indicate she should stop as well. He eyes the hills beyond contemplatively before turning an impish gaze to his cousin. “Have your lessons ever brought you here?” he prods, something clearly on his mind. Something undoubtedly more mischievous than she might have considered.
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@[Cheri]