[private] the sun, the sea, the sky

[Laurelin]

Laurelin does not know that through a fluke of genetics he has missed out on magical powers, or that through a fluke of fate his carnivorous father is trapped and cannot seek him out to kill him for not being kelpie enough. All he knows is that he is a little nervous to be going to the playground for the first time. He’s not too sure what to expect of other foals... or anyone aside from his mom. Will they think he’s pretty? The clouds have rolled in, gigantic fluffy white things that obscure the afternoon sun. Laurelin likes to think the gold of his markings shines a little brighter in the sunlight, ignoring how his fuzzy foal coat obscures the markings so they don’t really shine anyway. His arrival into this land is cautious and not full of the bravado he wished he felt. When no one immediately comes to greet him within the first heartbeat of his arrival, the caution gives way to a faint annoyance and he sets off at a trot - his bright eyes alert for anyone around he could dazzle. He was probably dazzling, right? It just didn’t feel like he could be anything less.

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@[chasmata]