QAEN
Some twins are not as independent and spend every moment of their youth tethered together. Perhaps their numerous siblings or their differing abilities have lead to the chestnut and the appaloosa being able to orbit one another a little more widely than other womb-mates. Yet somehow Qaen always knows when Maertin is about to go looking for trouble.
Against the grey sand and stone of wintry Nerine Qaen’s favorite brother is easy to pick out from the the cliffs above. For once the chestnut is not sneaking up on him but lurking after another. A dark stratus is hanging over the choppy sea, and they should both probably be in their beds warm beside Blue but theirs is an age of wanderlust.
They are supposed to keep away from anyone who is sick. Keeping away from father has been confusing, upsetting. His light will not keep the plague away, useless light does nothing but keep him from getting wet when doesn’t want to, and he still isn’t that good at controlling it. Maertin on the other hand, he can help, has wanted to help but has been kept away just the same as the other kids.
So it isn’t difficult for Qaen to put together where his twin is headed, when he finally draws near enough to see Maertin edged under father’s dark wing he stops. He drops his head to watch, anxiously. He knows their father is tired, sick, that they should not be here but he steps closer and closer as his chestnut twin tucks against Brennan. He is as silent as he can be, wishes for his brother’s deft hooves. He cannot help but he must be here.
Brennen ‘wakes’, embraces Maertin and Qaen watches his brother slouch against their father in exhaustion. Father is not angry. Qaen’s heart is pounding though and the light responds to his anxiety, first flashing and shimmering over his body like the electricity is trying and failing to come on. Great. He will never be sneaky. There is no need now anyway, and Qaen rushes to join this small part of his family, sliding to a stop before the pair. Pressing his muzzle first to Brennen’s neck and then for longer to his drained brother’s. “Nice work, Maer.” He says with a worried smirk, gold eyes flicking between the two.
STARBOY
@[Brennen]