"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
The summer months bring a sort of hellish temperature to the Tephran shores. Molten rock crashes into the spring with ferocity, steam billows up to the atmosphere and disperses around his herd. For any lingering strangers it would be too much to bare, but for him, the hot, ashy air is just home.
He finds himself observing the volcano quite a lot. While his father was more of an ocean type of guy, Phoebus is drawn to the pillows of boiling hot magma that slither their way down the volcano's trunk like huge orange serpents. Mom had told him not to go too close, that it wasn't safe...that beauty was sometimes dangerous.
He peels himself from the volcano and bounds to his mother. In the few months since his birth, his lanky legs have grown and his body was starting to resemble what it may look like in the future. His head is slightly dipped, with a refined, curving neckline (his mother's attributes), that recedes into a perfectly conformed bodice like his father. He is a very handsome young boy, indeed.
Phoebus finds his mother lingering alone, and he gives her a gentle, yet playful shove. "I found you, mom!" He giggles, cozying up to her side. Dad, while he was a great father, had been busy much of the beginning of his short life. Mother said that when he returned from his kingdom duties, he'd be around much more.
The crimson boy certainly hoped so.
The blue-eyed colt looked up to his mother, giving her a sharp whinny. "What're we doing today, mom? Something fun?!" He prances around her, his boyish energy getting the best of him. Mother always had something fun up her sleeve...
As each day passing Phoebus grows more and more curious of the world around him. Blue eyes finding the mountain of spewing lava on more than one occasion. His father warning him of the danger before he kisses them goodbye. A trip was to bring him far away for a few days so it was just mother and son.
Today she leads them off towards a lush meadow of Tephra. Far from the streams of melted rock that wind their way through the earth. It's best to stray far from the temptation.
As they come into the grassy land the sweltering heat of summer and humidity cause her to lift her gown of emerald and gold feathers. Allowing the breeze to flow beneath them and cool her core. Navy eyes look to her son as he comes up quickly from behind her. A chuckle at his playful antics. He bounds about her. A miniature version of his father. She smiles happily. Reaching her cream muzzle to brush along his firey red crest of mane.
Soon he is prying at her for a game of some sort. "Hmmm... How about hide and seek?" She thinks aloud. She giggles though after looking about the vacant field, "Well that won't work will it. Hmmm... How about..." Her features remain in thought but her mind is already made as she quickly reaches for him. Brushing her muzzle against his speckled coat, "TAG! You're it."
With a quick evasive move to the left, she lunges forwards. Heading for the beaches of Tephra. There they could run freely without worry...
Maintaining a lead over her son but not too far ahead as to discourage. They traversed over the land steadily. Their hooves clipping against the earth in unison. As the beach neared she couldn't help but marvel at the vast expanse. Each time she sees it she remains awestruck.
In her thoughts she managed to slow enough that the brushing of Phoebus muzzle against her skin was felt. He happily yells Your it, and the tables turn. She smiles again and chases after him. That is until they reach the bay she had spent the night in with Rou. Then she slows to a stop. Marveling in memories that hadn't seemed too long ago...
When his mother engages him in a game of tag, the boy of fire lets out an excited squeal, little legs pushing as hard as they could to catch up with mama. They run along the gray sand beaches of Tephra, as hot, foamy waves crash to the surface and threaten to cover their ankles.
When he is finally at her hind leg, he gives it a small nibble, turning around and shooting the opposite direction. "Mama! Mama! You're it!" He shouts behind him, begging his legs to move him faster through the sand.
That is, until he looks back and his mother is a dot on the horizon. He stops dead in his tracks, tilting his head curiously as she does this. He meanders back towards her, rubbing his body against hers when he finally approaches.
"Mama, what's wrong?" He asks tenderly, bottom lip puffing out to indicate him child-like worry.
Her eyes and thoughts are lost to the depths of the sea before her. Remembering that night. She smiles though. Hinting to her son that nothing was really wrong. His red coat runs along her carmel one. Cream lips reaching to brush along his soft tuffs of mane. He announces his worry with words and expression. She giggles softly, "Nothing is wrong dear. I was just remembering the night after your father brought me to Tephra. We stood right here together, looking out at the setting sun." She finishes her thought with a kiss to his poll. Her eyes soft and kind as she looks to him in thought, "Since your father is gone on duties what do you say we go to the playground? You can make some new friends there..." She pauses for his response before leading them off on another adventure...
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Not all that Glitters is Gold
@[Phoebus] we can say they head off to playground and maybe start a new thread with them getting back. Maybe Rou is back or they can try to find new horses to chat with or we can do a thread in the playground if there is anyone hanging out there still
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