The green-and-pink girls both stare him down, and apparently coming to the same conclusion - he could be related, but they can’t be certain until someone confirms. He grimaces at Brienna’s remark, tilting his head and then giving her a daring look. ”I could take Eurwen’s shape if that helps.” he offers - knowing she will decline, he chuckles. But then the painted girl asks a question, and when be finishes that story, thankfully his big sister arrives. ”Wen! I was looking for you.” he gives the girls an accusing look, then turns back to his sister with a playful look in his eyes as she pulls his mane. ”About five, maybe. You should come visit in Ischia.” he chuckles. More if he includes Eva’s sets of twins with Velkan, but he doesn’t want to explain that in detail right now.
When Brienna accuses him of eating her, he frowns at her, offended - or semi-offended, but she probably didn’t know him well enough to tell. ”It’s Aodhán, and that wasn’t me trying.” For good measure, he changes his head - back into it’s earlier draconic shape - to snap his teeth at her; and back to normal in the blink of an eye. He turns to Wen with an amused look in his eyes. ”Please tell me it’s just these two.”
Fechín gets bored - obviously the boring conclusion is that the shifter spoke truth, which had been the reason she asked more details of her grandparents; when mom confirms the challenge is sadly over. She looks to her sister, who also visibly stores the name Roz away, just like she herself probably does. If she doesn’t forget by tomorrow that is.
The overo girl starts to chuckle at the exchange of her sister with their apparent uncle Aey, or whatever that was short for - Aeyyan? She tilts her head, now understanding that her own name, and Brienna’s too, was probably of similar origin, but thankfully Fechín and Brienna were at the very least pronounceable. She almost forgets about the story she asked for, when suddenly it comes back to her and she blurts out, ”Wait, what’s up with the Roz?” If it doesn’t come with a better story, she will probably soon forget.
They all start talking together, explaining things, accusing and asking things, and Eurwen perks her ears left and right to follow, a frown etching into her face. Ischia - that’s where the cream-golden girl had been from; the world is smaller than she thought; but she doesn’t concern herself with the exchange between her child and her brother - surely he doesn’t eat horses, being one himself - but then he changes back and forth in an estimated two heartbeats, and she blinks her dark eyes at him in surprise. ”Since when do you do that?” Of course, not the eating but the shifting. Had she done that? Oh, dear. She inhales deeply when looking at the girls, the twins both asking way too much attention for her taste, and honestly she rather feels like leaving Aodhán to handle that by himself and take her rest while she can - until Fechín asks about Roz. At that, the spotted mare tilts her head at her younger brother. ”Yes, what about that? Does she eat little fillies too?”
@[brienna]
When Brienna accuses him of eating her, he frowns at her, offended - or semi-offended, but she probably didn’t know him well enough to tell. ”It’s Aodhán, and that wasn’t me trying.” For good measure, he changes his head - back into it’s earlier draconic shape - to snap his teeth at her; and back to normal in the blink of an eye. He turns to Wen with an amused look in his eyes. ”Please tell me it’s just these two.”
Fechín gets bored - obviously the boring conclusion is that the shifter spoke truth, which had been the reason she asked more details of her grandparents; when mom confirms the challenge is sadly over. She looks to her sister, who also visibly stores the name Roz away, just like she herself probably does. If she doesn’t forget by tomorrow that is.
The overo girl starts to chuckle at the exchange of her sister with their apparent uncle Aey, or whatever that was short for - Aeyyan? She tilts her head, now understanding that her own name, and Brienna’s too, was probably of similar origin, but thankfully Fechín and Brienna were at the very least pronounceable. She almost forgets about the story she asked for, when suddenly it comes back to her and she blurts out, ”Wait, what’s up with the Roz?” If it doesn’t come with a better story, she will probably soon forget.
They all start talking together, explaining things, accusing and asking things, and Eurwen perks her ears left and right to follow, a frown etching into her face. Ischia - that’s where the cream-golden girl had been from; the world is smaller than she thought; but she doesn’t concern herself with the exchange between her child and her brother - surely he doesn’t eat horses, being one himself - but then he changes back and forth in an estimated two heartbeats, and she blinks her dark eyes at him in surprise. ”Since when do you do that?” Of course, not the eating but the shifting. Had she done that? Oh, dear. She inhales deeply when looking at the girls, the twins both asking way too much attention for her taste, and honestly she rather feels like leaving Aodhán to handle that by himself and take her rest while she can - until Fechín asks about Roz. At that, the spotted mare tilts her head at her younger brother. ”Yes, what about that? Does she eat little fillies too?”
@[brienna]