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the dark light [Solace, Kagerus, Valdis, any] - Velk - 06-29-2018
Velk felt as awkward as ever. At eight months of age, his limbs are lanky and his torso is lean. The two-toned lad has yet to develop muscles to match his rapidly growing frame. This leaves his shoulders and chest narrow and, his immature neck makes his head appear too large. The colt's charcoal and milk colored pelt contributes to the disproportionate physique as his winter undercoat grows unevenly.
Velk finds himself near the crystal pool, out of sight from his twin and, mothers. As Solace's son, a prince, he could sense the pressure to behave, speak and, even think, a certain way. He often found himself musing about what his future would hold. To the same degree, Velk wonders about where he came from. Who was his sire? Does he resemble him? Will he take after him or, will he be a gracious, diplomatic leader like his mother?
He made sure to remain close enough that they could follow his scent as he knew his absence would not go unnoticed. However, he prefers not to be in the hub of activity. Sapphire tresses lay flat against his nape and, drape limply down his forehead. Black ears rotate casually as they scan for alerting noises. A gentle sigh flutters from his pale pink nostrils as he hears nothing aside from the ripples of aqua. He continues to forage for any remaining morsels though, the selection is sparse. Although not the farthest north, Hyaline could not entirely keep the chill of winter out of her inviting atmosphere.
Velk finds himself near the crystal pool, out of sight from his twin and, mothers. As Solace's son, a prince, he could sense the pressure to behave, speak and, even think, a certain way. He often found himself musing about what his future would hold. To the same degree, Velk wonders about where he came from. Who was his sire? Does he resemble him? Will he take after him or, will he be a gracious, diplomatic leader like his mother?
He made sure to remain close enough that they could follow his scent as he knew his absence would not go unnoticed. However, he prefers not to be in the hub of activity. Sapphire tresses lay flat against his nape and, drape limply down his forehead. Black ears rotate casually as they scan for alerting noises. A gentle sigh flutters from his pale pink nostrils as he hears nothing aside from the ripples of aqua. He continues to forage for any remaining morsels though, the selection is sparse. Although not the farthest north, Hyaline could not entirely keep the chill of winter out of her inviting atmosphere.
@[Solace] @[Kagerus]
RE: the dark light [Solace, Kagerus, Valdis, any] - Solace - 06-30-2018
Solace
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@[Velk]
RE: the dark light [Solace, Kagerus, Valdis, any] - Velk - 07-02-2018
With his focus upon the limited vegetation, two-toned stallion remains oblivious to his mother's approach. He continues to nibble upon the drying foliage until, a brief arctic gust carries Solace's familiar scent to his nostrils. Velk is not caught off guard nor, is he perturbed that his solitude has been disturbed. His left lobe swivels to face and train upon the ivory and gold toned lady. The remainder of his chassis appears indifferent though, he is in fact curious what brought her to him. Solace was not the hovering or, smothering type and, the young lad appreciates her greatly for her trust and patience.
When his mother finally steps towards him, black and white painted colt lifts his poll. Light blue gaze shifts to meet her eyes and, a single breath later, ink-hued ears prick forward out of interest. Poll remains low, out of respect, as she approaches. His whiskered muzzle brushes her shoulder affectionately as she grooms his mane. Velk listens closely to her words and, begins to process their meaning. Begin my education he repeats. He nods to show his comprehension before he finds his voice. "I would appreciate that." I do not know where I will fit in. I do not know what I want to do, he continues to himself. Velk falls quiet to listen to her next words. He appreciates the insight she shares into the plan though, his curiosity piques enough to ask a question. "Mom, is dad a soldier? Or, is he a tactful diplomat, like yourself?" He swallows as the words leave his maw. All at once, the lad felt awkward for asking about his father. Solace had never discouraged Velk or, Valdis, from asking about Castile. She never said that she did not want to talk about him. All the same, he felt that, perhaps, the conversation was a difficult one for Solace. He had respected that possibility until now. Now, he could not help but feel that, knowing more about his sire, would help him figure out who he will become.
When his mother finally steps towards him, black and white painted colt lifts his poll. Light blue gaze shifts to meet her eyes and, a single breath later, ink-hued ears prick forward out of interest. Poll remains low, out of respect, as she approaches. His whiskered muzzle brushes her shoulder affectionately as she grooms his mane. Velk listens closely to her words and, begins to process their meaning. Begin my education he repeats. He nods to show his comprehension before he finds his voice. "I would appreciate that." I do not know where I will fit in. I do not know what I want to do, he continues to himself. Velk falls quiet to listen to her next words. He appreciates the insight she shares into the plan though, his curiosity piques enough to ask a question. "Mom, is dad a soldier? Or, is he a tactful diplomat, like yourself?" He swallows as the words leave his maw. All at once, the lad felt awkward for asking about his father. Solace had never discouraged Velk or, Valdis, from asking about Castile. She never said that she did not want to talk about him. All the same, he felt that, perhaps, the conversation was a difficult one for Solace. He had respected that possibility until now. Now, he could not help but feel that, knowing more about his sire, would help him figure out who he will become.
@[Solace]
RE: the dark light [Solace, Kagerus, Valdis, any] - Kagerus - 07-04-2018
kagerus
and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
Throughout our children's lives (for that's what she had said, that day in the cave as it rained: our children), I've often rounded back in my mind's eye to the topic of their father. As a whole, I of course have come to terms with his place in their lives (absent) and the fact that, in some way, Solace did love him. Castile. Some days, I'm thankful to not have a face to place to the name like Solace, who met Rapt, the father of my own son Abysm. Others, I wish I could have something concrete to launch all my wandering thoughts at; but I am left without, and I never pry.
I know that she looks for him; but she is allowed that right in every way.
My nutmeg eyes go to the two retreating figures on this blustery fall-winter day, curious but respectful of their need for alone time. Beside me, little Valdis shivers but pretends not to. Closing my eyes, I dream her a little warmer; it won't toughen her up any, but I'm too much of a sap to watch her adapt so slowly to Hyaline's rather harsh climate. Lowering my head, we continue to graze the sparse grass in companionable silence, our eyes meeting once or twice, at which times I smile warmly towards her. Though we haven't the closest of connections, Valdis and I do get along; we have an understanding, as does everyone in this strange, twisted family.
"I'm going to go back to the grotto, Rou," comes her voice, strong even in its childishness. "I'll see you later?"
Smiling once more, I raise my antlered head and place a kiss to the girl's cheek. "Of course Val; see you tonight."
As the girl's golden figure slowly rescinds up the mountain, I turn and consider the direction in which my wife and step-son had wandered. Enough time has passed since their departure that I begin to approach myself, figuring that it wouldn't be rude of me to join their conversation. It is cold after all, and even I could use some warming up on this fine winter day.
I am downwind of them, and so catch the tail end of Solace's spiel, about training and all. My ears perk excitedly at the thought, but at Velk's next words, I falter. Ears twitching back and to the sides in nervous confusion, I juggle my want to approach and my need to escape like hot coals. In the end, I end up lowering my head again, pretending to nibble the grass as I wait for them to either welcome me closer, or wander away from the nuisance of my presence.
I know that she looks for him; but she is allowed that right in every way.
My nutmeg eyes go to the two retreating figures on this blustery fall-winter day, curious but respectful of their need for alone time. Beside me, little Valdis shivers but pretends not to. Closing my eyes, I dream her a little warmer; it won't toughen her up any, but I'm too much of a sap to watch her adapt so slowly to Hyaline's rather harsh climate. Lowering my head, we continue to graze the sparse grass in companionable silence, our eyes meeting once or twice, at which times I smile warmly towards her. Though we haven't the closest of connections, Valdis and I do get along; we have an understanding, as does everyone in this strange, twisted family.
"I'm going to go back to the grotto, Rou," comes her voice, strong even in its childishness. "I'll see you later?"
Smiling once more, I raise my antlered head and place a kiss to the girl's cheek. "Of course Val; see you tonight."
As the girl's golden figure slowly rescinds up the mountain, I turn and consider the direction in which my wife and step-son had wandered. Enough time has passed since their departure that I begin to approach myself, figuring that it wouldn't be rude of me to join their conversation. It is cold after all, and even I could use some warming up on this fine winter day.
I am downwind of them, and so catch the tail end of Solace's spiel, about training and all. My ears perk excitedly at the thought, but at Velk's next words, I falter. Ears twitching back and to the sides in nervous confusion, I juggle my want to approach and my need to escape like hot coals. In the end, I end up lowering my head again, pretending to nibble the grass as I wait for them to either welcome me closer, or wander away from the nuisance of my presence.
@[Solace]
Kag says
RE: the dark light [Solace, Kagerus, Valdis, any] - Solace - 07-15-2018
Solace
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@[Velk] he is welcome to toss in more questions in that little gap between Solace's answer and her noticing kag! or he can ask after Kag comes up, either way
