04-26-2018, 04:42 PM
In truth, it seems like all they had done for many months since arriving is travel up and down the volcano. She had laid their egg upon its warmest face and thy had gone up and down every day to see it, but they had not exactly lingered to see the sights. Now, their new friend leads them purposefully up a different face of the rocky mountainside. Dagny follows a mere half-step behind, asking a million questions about everything she sees - rocks, plants, creatures, the sky - with little regard to whether either of the boys know any of the answers.
The gold stallion follows them a full length behind for a while, one ear on his twin’s chatter and his eyes cast out towards the heavens and the landscape spreading below them. After a time he decides to step in and save Phoebus for a moment from her incessant questions with one of his own, and to do that he moves closer to the duo, wishing the path allowed for the three of them to move side-by-side, for it feels entirely foreign for him to give up his place at her side to another. ”So if you grew up here, is your family here?” the idea that he might not have any family doesn’t even occur to Olivier, even though is he typically the more thoughtful and introspective half. It’s just that the twins have so much family that it’s hard to imagine it any other way.
It’s certainly impossible to imagine growing up any other way, which is a good chunk of the reason Dagny had taken their son back to their father to grow up. She’d been so worried about him not having a twin, about growing up lonely, that it had just been better to drop him off with the rest of her father’s brood and let him grow up in what nearly amounted to a pack of youngsters. Perhaps when the new foal hatches, she will bring both home. It’s a decision she hasn’t made yet. But then they crest another ridge and she sees what Phoebus has brought them to see, and she flits forward to stand at the very edge, leaning out into space and admiring the sight.
“Wow,” she whispers it, and wonders what it would be like to be so hot that water steams as it touches her. “doesn’t it ever erupt more than this?” Ollie steps up to stand on Phoebus’s other side, pushing his own boundaries even more by leaving the other stallion closer to his twin than he. He says nothing, though his started exhale and pleased sigh says plenty on it’s own. ”What’s it like,” She says thoughtfully, ”To be so beautiful, but so destructive?”
The gold stallion follows them a full length behind for a while, one ear on his twin’s chatter and his eyes cast out towards the heavens and the landscape spreading below them. After a time he decides to step in and save Phoebus for a moment from her incessant questions with one of his own, and to do that he moves closer to the duo, wishing the path allowed for the three of them to move side-by-side, for it feels entirely foreign for him to give up his place at her side to another. ”So if you grew up here, is your family here?” the idea that he might not have any family doesn’t even occur to Olivier, even though is he typically the more thoughtful and introspective half. It’s just that the twins have so much family that it’s hard to imagine it any other way.
It’s certainly impossible to imagine growing up any other way, which is a good chunk of the reason Dagny had taken their son back to their father to grow up. She’d been so worried about him not having a twin, about growing up lonely, that it had just been better to drop him off with the rest of her father’s brood and let him grow up in what nearly amounted to a pack of youngsters. Perhaps when the new foal hatches, she will bring both home. It’s a decision she hasn’t made yet. But then they crest another ridge and she sees what Phoebus has brought them to see, and she flits forward to stand at the very edge, leaning out into space and admiring the sight.
“Wow,” she whispers it, and wonders what it would be like to be so hot that water steams as it touches her. “doesn’t it ever erupt more than this?” Ollie steps up to stand on Phoebus’s other side, pushing his own boundaries even more by leaving the other stallion closer to his twin than he. He says nothing, though his started exhale and pleased sigh says plenty on it’s own. ”What’s it like,” She says thoughtfully, ”To be so beautiful, but so destructive?”
Dagny & Olivier
I won't let you go; so don't let go of me
no one can ever follow; no one can ever know
Phone post, so forgive any weirdness @[Phoebus]