As if no time at all had passed, the two stallions fall into complacency beside one another. Rhaegor’s weight against him is familiar and welcomed, nibbling gently at his mane with his teeth. The sound of Rhaegor’s voice in his mind - a stronger voice than he recalls, let alone that it was inside his head - causes the bay and white stallion to snort sharply in surprise, pressing his chin to his chest with an expression of shock. His brows rise curiously, though clearly impressed, at the new talent his cousin had acquired. Warden bobs his head in approval, the large horns that spiral near to his neck becoming swathed in the black tendrils of his thick mane and forelock.
Warden doesn’t force Rhaegor to speak up or suggest he introduce himself to the young girl. The winged stallion stays in place as his cousin steps forward, watching him carefully; his deep ocean eyes scan each swift change in body language of the buckskin, ensuring that all is well. Rhaegor’s smile brings one to his own face, leaning slightly so that he could view the girl despite lingering behind. There is no tingling sensation on the white of his forehead - a sure sign that a vision was about to unfold - and Warden is visibly able to begin to relax.
The girl - who Rhaegor names Laia - is in fact family, Warlight’s daughter to be exact. He’s surprised though he shouldn’t be - they are all of age now, and for a moment he wonders if Rhaegor might have children as well. His brow furrows at the thought, contemplative in his expression before a question directed at him brings him from his reverie. He lifts his face to her, blinking his deep blue gaze in her direction.
“I’m Warden,” he tells her out loud, offering his name to her. “I’m part of your family too, Laia. An uncle, technically.” He grins, stepping forward to humorously bump his shoulder against Rhaegor as he comes closer to her. “It’s nice to meet you.”
WARDEN
@[Laia] @[Rhaegor]
