Spring is days away and the world is a mire made up of rapidly melting dirty snow and rivers overflowing their banks. Pangea may see some flooding as Hyaline’s deep snow begins to melt in earnest. It is the first time he has come here but he sees that flooding will do little to harm the aesthetic. How strange that she was willing to move here, but his stepfather gave her little choice so go the rumors. His mother has not visited this land since the crown moved and is not likely to, she enjoys her little rages even though most know her only for her sweetness. He comes instead, a newly minted diplomat hoping to gain a place in Hyaline’s council in time.
Yet that is not the whole reason he comes.
Dark mud is splattered up his golden legs when he stops on the Pangean coast to scan the ribboniing band of grey and red sand for the Queen. For Dawn. He has not seen her in a very long time, or spoken to her in longer and wonders if she will know him.
Valek had always been a strapping boy, strong limbed and heavy bodied even when very small. Now he is tall but not as tall as he will be by the time he reaches his prime, well muscled from tearing all over Hyaline all his life. And he shines. Sunlight glares off of his face and makes rivers of light in the full gold of his sabino markings.
His nostrils flare and he listens through the keening songs of the canyon for some sign of her. Its her scent he finds more easily, and wonders how he can remember something so clearly without even realizing it. The wind pushes is black mane around his face, streaks of darkness against the lighter colors of his features, his brown and gold eyes quickly picking her out of the drab landscape. His deep voice, clear and bold, reaches across the distance between them. “Good afternoon Pangean Queen.” His confidence is inborn and the rakish smile that pulls across his golden lips is as warm as it is wicked.
@[Dawn] HELLO HERE IS MY SON COME TO DROOL ON YOU