02-19-2020, 01:12 PM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
Lost Boy Cinderella sure knows how to get lost. Gritting his teeth for a moment, the dragonesque stallion had accepted the boy’s need to see his mother after those months in captivity, and made sure they weren’t followed while the painted colt crossed the Loessian border. After all, a quick switch of vision allowed him to see perfectly well that he’d safely make it; not one other form bigger than a hare was near, and said hare made it’s exit quickly enough for Leilan not to be able to determine its gender.
The frost-covered stallion then triple-checked their surroundings before nearing the hill kingdom’s border. Would he be allowed in in a time where stealing children was apparently the order of day; then he shook away those hesitations. He came bringing back a child and seeing him home safely, so they’d have to deal with his apparent trespassing for now and suck it up.
He finds the trail back quickly (too quickly - more Pangeans might still wander to Loess) but by the time he played catch-up, several others have already arrived. He spies Castile first; the large dragon-shape is hard to miss, and just as Lepis asks the question, Leilan takes his form in with similar puzzlement on his features. Is something off? There’s definitely something odd.
His gaze meets Alcinder’s when the boy cranes his neck to look around, though from the distance he’s still at, perhaps only Cas would make out his shape as sharply as Leilan spies theirs. He closes the distance with a light trod, first addressing Oceane’s boy. ”Lost your glass shoe, Cinderella.” He shakes his crest as he nears the pair, looking from them to the lounging dragon. ”Hello Lepis, Cas. What’s up?” The corner of his mouth dragging into almost a smile as he addresses the huge figure of the dragon exactly while saying up; no-one is to say he doesn’t time the little reference well, but he is also quick to see he doesn’t really have much to add to the conversation. A boy delivered to his parents, a Lepis hanging around being probably just as relieved as Oceane. Well if that’s not a happy ending to Cinder’s little fairytale, he wouldn’t know.
Still, it couldn’t hurt to just linger a tiny bit, just in case there were any questions. Or, whatever. It just seemed weird to say hi and leave as quickly as he came, he supposes, even if he isn’t exactly friends with Lepis, and unsure where he stands with the fire dragon in the moment.
The frost-covered stallion then triple-checked their surroundings before nearing the hill kingdom’s border. Would he be allowed in in a time where stealing children was apparently the order of day; then he shook away those hesitations. He came bringing back a child and seeing him home safely, so they’d have to deal with his apparent trespassing for now and suck it up.
He finds the trail back quickly (too quickly - more Pangeans might still wander to Loess) but by the time he played catch-up, several others have already arrived. He spies Castile first; the large dragon-shape is hard to miss, and just as Lepis asks the question, Leilan takes his form in with similar puzzlement on his features. Is something off? There’s definitely something odd.
His gaze meets Alcinder’s when the boy cranes his neck to look around, though from the distance he’s still at, perhaps only Cas would make out his shape as sharply as Leilan spies theirs. He closes the distance with a light trod, first addressing Oceane’s boy. ”Lost your glass shoe, Cinderella.” He shakes his crest as he nears the pair, looking from them to the lounging dragon. ”Hello Lepis, Cas. What’s up?” The corner of his mouth dragging into almost a smile as he addresses the huge figure of the dragon exactly while saying up; no-one is to say he doesn’t time the little reference well, but he is also quick to see he doesn’t really have much to add to the conversation. A boy delivered to his parents, a Lepis hanging around being probably just as relieved as Oceane. Well if that’s not a happy ending to Cinder’s little fairytale, he wouldn’t know.
Still, it couldn’t hurt to just linger a tiny bit, just in case there were any questions. Or, whatever. It just seemed weird to say hi and leave as quickly as he came, he supposes, even if he isn’t exactly friends with Lepis, and unsure where he stands with the fire dragon in the moment.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Alcinder] @[Castile] @[Lepis]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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