11-30-2020, 09:21 PM
The sea-bound colt is quick to answer the winged man's smile with a cautious one of his own. Ma was adamant that he not talk to strangers. Not after what happened Before. She talked to strangers all the time though, said it was her job to get to know the island's visitors. And he felt he was getting old enough to sort out the kelpies from the kinder folk that made their way onto the beach.
Second thoughts made themselves known when the gleaming chestnut vanished in a moment, drawing a gasp of surprise. Then a "huh" of curiosity. This wasn't the first horse he'd met who could vanish and reappear at will. In fact... The boy's deep-sea eyes drifted from the empty space that had held the mysterious stallion, caught on the familiar face of his sire for a split second before the stranger, (Nashua, had he said?) reappeared, grinning wildly.
The gold-faced colt nodded dumbly. He could feel the uncomfortable prickling in his hindquarters that meant he was nearly dry enough to turn back. It distracted him a moment, made him reach back to scrape at his hip with still pointed teeth. Shifting was always itchy.
Glancing back up at the stallion, he nodded again, looking from the darker coated stallion to the pale one who remained in the background. "I s'pose so. Whatcha need help with?" He asked, head tilted awkwardly high to keep eye contact. It was important though. That was the whole reason they were here, Ma had said. To help visitors with their troubles, in any way they could. To offer respite, relaxation and refuge to those who needed it.
He grunted under his breath a moment, suddenly hyper aware of every grain of sand beneath his haunches. The itching intensified to an almost unbearable pitch, pain lancing down his back as the fleshy tail that served him so well under water split down its middle, reconfigured itself until a pair of perfectly ordinary legs took its place.
After a few breaths, the yearling hauled himself upward. His neck wore a thick, bushy brown mane now, with a matching tail behind him. There was no sign now that he had ever been anything but an ordinary colt, with legs for running and a smile that was perhaps just a hair weary. "Come on over, Da, I can see you." He called over the new comer's shoulder to where Pteron lingered in the greenery. He knew Ma would have something or other to say about it being rude to lurk.
@[Pteron] @[Nashua]
Second thoughts made themselves known when the gleaming chestnut vanished in a moment, drawing a gasp of surprise. Then a "huh" of curiosity. This wasn't the first horse he'd met who could vanish and reappear at will. In fact... The boy's deep-sea eyes drifted from the empty space that had held the mysterious stallion, caught on the familiar face of his sire for a split second before the stranger, (Nashua, had he said?) reappeared, grinning wildly.
The gold-faced colt nodded dumbly. He could feel the uncomfortable prickling in his hindquarters that meant he was nearly dry enough to turn back. It distracted him a moment, made him reach back to scrape at his hip with still pointed teeth. Shifting was always itchy.
Glancing back up at the stallion, he nodded again, looking from the darker coated stallion to the pale one who remained in the background. "I s'pose so. Whatcha need help with?" He asked, head tilted awkwardly high to keep eye contact. It was important though. That was the whole reason they were here, Ma had said. To help visitors with their troubles, in any way they could. To offer respite, relaxation and refuge to those who needed it.
He grunted under his breath a moment, suddenly hyper aware of every grain of sand beneath his haunches. The itching intensified to an almost unbearable pitch, pain lancing down his back as the fleshy tail that served him so well under water split down its middle, reconfigured itself until a pair of perfectly ordinary legs took its place.
After a few breaths, the yearling hauled himself upward. His neck wore a thick, bushy brown mane now, with a matching tail behind him. There was no sign now that he had ever been anything but an ordinary colt, with legs for running and a smile that was perhaps just a hair weary. "Come on over, Da, I can see you." He called over the new comer's shoulder to where Pteron lingered in the greenery. He knew Ma would have something or other to say about it being rude to lurk.
@[Pteron] @[Nashua]