02-03-2020, 08:39 PM
HALCYON
Momma’s friends are beautiful and very equine, Halcyon realizes.
There is nothing of the sea to them at all, he thinks, though their color is as the glittering inner shell of a mussel. For a moment he stares at them, then back at his finned mother and sibling. Halcyon feels suddenly rather different from the assembled equines, and the realization is a little uncomfortable. Rising from the sitting position he has taken beside his brother, the young creature reforms as he rises, and by the time he stands there is nothing feline about him. This is not the first time that Halcyon has been a horse, but it is the first time he’s worn the shape in front of his mother, so his hesitant gaze meets hers.
His shade of dun is paler than Cormorant’s, making his coat a pale and iridescent blue. Just slightly darker than the rest of his coat are the same primitive dun markings that decorate his younger brother’s coat. His mane and tail are short and white, just beginning their adult growth. All of him is that odd sort of in-between stage, with gawky limbs and none of his tiger grace. Someday he’ll look like his grandfathers, but for now he is just a thin teenager who looks quite uncomfortable in his skin. There are no special traits about him now, nothing to suggest that he is a water-creature like the pair he has arrived with.
When Alcinder introduces himself, Halcyon does the same, giving the boy his name.
“Halcyon.” He says, before turning his oddly-long nose back to where the younger boy is now greeting his mother. He hadn’t bowed when he’d met Oceane – should he have? Halcyon glances at his mother, but she is grinning widely. Before he can decide what to do, he catches sight of Cormorant prancing up to Oceane. His younger brother seems determined to out-impress the winged Alcinder, and Halcyon grins. The attempt reminds him of the way Uncle Pteron sometimes greets Momma when he has been gone for a longer time than expected. Will Oceane grin as widely as Momma has at Cormorant, Halcyon wonders? He watched curiously, but is soon distracted by the way the canyons rise up around them.
His fascination with the natural world is unparalleled, and he has never seen rocks quite like these before. The clatter of hooves sound odd here, nothing like the thumps on sand or the splashes in water. His ears flick curiously, his pale nostrils filling with the scent of warm stone and eventually fresh water. His throat is very dry, Halcyon suddenly realizes.
“I’m thirsty,” he announces, trying to sound like an adult and not a whining child, and mostly succeeding.
There is nothing of the sea to them at all, he thinks, though their color is as the glittering inner shell of a mussel. For a moment he stares at them, then back at his finned mother and sibling. Halcyon feels suddenly rather different from the assembled equines, and the realization is a little uncomfortable. Rising from the sitting position he has taken beside his brother, the young creature reforms as he rises, and by the time he stands there is nothing feline about him. This is not the first time that Halcyon has been a horse, but it is the first time he’s worn the shape in front of his mother, so his hesitant gaze meets hers.
His shade of dun is paler than Cormorant’s, making his coat a pale and iridescent blue. Just slightly darker than the rest of his coat are the same primitive dun markings that decorate his younger brother’s coat. His mane and tail are short and white, just beginning their adult growth. All of him is that odd sort of in-between stage, with gawky limbs and none of his tiger grace. Someday he’ll look like his grandfathers, but for now he is just a thin teenager who looks quite uncomfortable in his skin. There are no special traits about him now, nothing to suggest that he is a water-creature like the pair he has arrived with.
When Alcinder introduces himself, Halcyon does the same, giving the boy his name.
“Halcyon.” He says, before turning his oddly-long nose back to where the younger boy is now greeting his mother. He hadn’t bowed when he’d met Oceane – should he have? Halcyon glances at his mother, but she is grinning widely. Before he can decide what to do, he catches sight of Cormorant prancing up to Oceane. His younger brother seems determined to out-impress the winged Alcinder, and Halcyon grins. The attempt reminds him of the way Uncle Pteron sometimes greets Momma when he has been gone for a longer time than expected. Will Oceane grin as widely as Momma has at Cormorant, Halcyon wonders? He watched curiously, but is soon distracted by the way the canyons rise up around them.
His fascination with the natural world is unparalleled, and he has never seen rocks quite like these before. The clatter of hooves sound odd here, nothing like the thumps on sand or the splashes in water. His ears flick curiously, his pale nostrils filling with the scent of warm stone and eventually fresh water. His throat is very dry, Halcyon suddenly realizes.
“I’m thirsty,” he announces, trying to sound like an adult and not a whining child, and mostly succeeding.
shut off your mind and let your heart breathe
@[Oceane]