Like with Baptiste, there is a moment when Nemeon thinks he’s miscalculated what time of night it is. Perhaps he has fewer conscious moments than he thinks, perhaps he’s wandered far from his twin and will not be found tonight so he wakes up alone in the darkness with no news of the day.
But though he freezes where he is standing, he does not turn to stone. Not even when the outer reaches of the light fall on his skin and he feels the barest hint of warmth on his nose. “No.” Is the first syllable to come out of him, his eyes wide as he realizes it is a filly.
But then, wasn't the sun nearly constantly on his mind? So he continues a little more hesitantly, though still whisper-quiet as he tries to sort out his thoughts. “Not…” Not intentionally, though the words drop into silence for another few heartbeats before returning to audible levels. “I had been thinking about the sun.” He admits sheepishly, his golden eyes taking in every bit of light that she casts. It is so unlike anything he has ever seen. He takes a step closer, so that it glints on the golden streaks that line his body and leathery wings, and then stops. All caution is forgotten, as it always is whenever this young boy is in the presence of light.
One day he will grow accustomed to the dark world that he cannot escape, but for now - while he is still growing, still hearing stories of another world - it is still something that captivates him.
And nothing he has seen so far has come close to this filly. The word glow seems so small compared to what she is doing - she’s become something else entirely.
Nemeon tries to find her eyes somewhere in the light when he asks her “Is that what it’s like?”
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