He’d been faithfully guarding the egg when all hell had broken loose. The ground had rumbled, the sky filled with fire, and Grye had been afraid, but he’d held firm above his sibling, wings spread for balance, on his shaky legs. Still, he’d been powerless to do anything to truly help her, until they’d been relocated. The young stallion had recognized the touch of his grandfather’s magic, and not struggled, and the two of them had been gently deposited in a land he didn’t recognize at all.
Weirder still, they’d been deposited in a nest. He’d been shocked quite silent and still for a while, his wide green eyes taking in the slight differences between his egg and the others – she was off-white, they were a brighter true white; she was a slightly different shape and texture than they. But the nest is warm and dry, and he can’t help but think ‘cared for’. Grye was a single egg, left alone on the side of the volcano; he’d nearly fallen off the side before he found his parents. Aiony had been the same, and now this new egg, though Grye has been so very careful not to let this sibling be alone. He doesn’t want her to hatch alone.
Something about how well-groomed this nest is makes him withdraw, but only after sliding her closer to the other eggs. And then he keeps watch from a distance, heart torn. He loves his erstwhile parents, and the grandfather who really raised him, but the mare who appears takes good care of his egg-sister despite her miraculous appearance, and he wonders what life might have been like with age-mate siblings instead of a plethora of cousins. Maybe Grandfather dumped them here on purpose, rather than by chance?
But he can only stay away from his baby sister for so long, and one day when they’ve wandered from the nest she had built for them, he emerges, calling quietly the name they’ve given her. He can only hope that she’ll recognize his voice – he talked and sang to her often enough before she hatched. His parents had done the same, and he still remembers their voices more ever than their faces. But he does know their faces, and he sees them in her – she has their father’s horn, and their mother’s white though hers, like his, is faint against the gold rather than stark against Dagny’s chestnut. And wings, too, like Dagny and Grye. He loves her already, but then, he loved her as an egg.
Weirder still, they’d been deposited in a nest. He’d been shocked quite silent and still for a while, his wide green eyes taking in the slight differences between his egg and the others – she was off-white, they were a brighter true white; she was a slightly different shape and texture than they. But the nest is warm and dry, and he can’t help but think ‘cared for’. Grye was a single egg, left alone on the side of the volcano; he’d nearly fallen off the side before he found his parents. Aiony had been the same, and now this new egg, though Grye has been so very careful not to let this sibling be alone. He doesn’t want her to hatch alone.
Something about how well-groomed this nest is makes him withdraw, but only after sliding her closer to the other eggs. And then he keeps watch from a distance, heart torn. He loves his erstwhile parents, and the grandfather who really raised him, but the mare who appears takes good care of his egg-sister despite her miraculous appearance, and he wonders what life might have been like with age-mate siblings instead of a plethora of cousins. Maybe Grandfather dumped them here on purpose, rather than by chance?
But he can only stay away from his baby sister for so long, and one day when they’ve wandered from the nest she had built for them, he emerges, calling quietly the name they’ve given her. He can only hope that she’ll recognize his voice – he talked and sang to her often enough before she hatched. His parents had done the same, and he still remembers their voices more ever than their faces. But he does know their faces, and he sees them in her – she has their father’s horn, and their mother’s white though hers, like his, is faint against the gold rather than stark against Dagny’s chestnut. And wings, too, like Dagny and Grye. He loves her already, but then, he loved her as an egg.
Grye
Olivier x Dagny
@[Khuma] @[jenger]/Elphaba @[Oxytocin] Grye just wants to say hello to his egg-sister :3
