06-25-2019, 06:29 AM
Since Aodhan had named the leader of Taiga, Pteron has experienced something of a sinking feeling in the pit of his belly. It is not that he doubts the intentions of his mother and sire, but rather that grapples – for the first time – with the collision of personal and political. He knows the chamapgne stallion from their meeting with the wounded shifter, and Aten had seemed a good sort. He assumes now that the safe place he’d invited her to heal had been Taiga, and having been here for a few days now Pteron knows that to be true. Certainly safer than the woods.
Yet he has been asked to put that knowledge aside, to favor family.
It is not an impossible choice for the young stallion, but it is harder than he would ever admit.
He comes to land near his parents, an ice and cream figure that is obviously a blend of them both. He glances at the assembled – as quiet a wood as he had expected – and meets Aten’s eyes as his father begins to speak. He offers the other stallion a respectful nod, acknowledging their prior acquaintance without speaking, but soon turns his olive gaze to Lepis and Wolfbane as they begin to speak of their plans for the forest.
The residents of Taiga – or at least the two have responded to the call for a territory meeting – question his parents and Pteron remains quiet, aware that this is just what they had asked for. At his father’s sigh, Pteron sends him just a touch of happiness and a soft smile. He is not as skilled with his gift as his mother and siblings and his repertoire is limited to simple joy, but he has never minded.
Yet he has been asked to put that knowledge aside, to favor family.
It is not an impossible choice for the young stallion, but it is harder than he would ever admit.
He comes to land near his parents, an ice and cream figure that is obviously a blend of them both. He glances at the assembled – as quiet a wood as he had expected – and meets Aten’s eyes as his father begins to speak. He offers the other stallion a respectful nod, acknowledging their prior acquaintance without speaking, but soon turns his olive gaze to Lepis and Wolfbane as they begin to speak of their plans for the forest.
The residents of Taiga – or at least the two have responded to the call for a territory meeting – question his parents and Pteron remains quiet, aware that this is just what they had asked for. At his father’s sigh, Pteron sends him just a touch of happiness and a soft smile. He is not as skilled with his gift as his mother and siblings and his repertoire is limited to simple joy, but he has never minded.