09-25-2021, 08:42 PM
His knees?? Wasn’t that taking things a little too far? Laurelin scowls but obliges, wishing they were rescuing something with wings or something more useful than those stupid stubby little legs that the kits had. No wonder their mother left them.
(Though he doesn’t really mean these thoughts and maybe the guilt over having them is what finally gets him to lower himself - very very carefully - to the ground.)
He watches the kits warily as they move towards him and he laughs when their little noses touch his belly - poking him as though they are looking for something. With Galadriel’s help, they are as secure as they’ll ever be onto his back and he very very slowly rises up. Having never been to the adoption den and not knowing where it exists, his companion’s quiet admittance that it is a few hours away is met with a widening of his bright eyes.
But he doesn’t have the heart to dump the squirming little rodents off his back, and it helps that Galadriel brings up a subject that he’s very fond of. He noticeably brightens at the compliment. “Yes of course. You don’t just get this pretty overnight you know.” It took years of… well no work at all, really. In fact, the less work the better. “I’m the prettiest of my family, you know. Though my brother is alright.”
Laurelin might be tempted to check in on Varick, just to make sure he was still worth boasting about in this roundabout way, but his brother's wife was scary and fear just wasn't good for the complexion.
And he might have normally left it at that, but though this blue stallion is a very slow learner he does pick up things now and then and it is almost easy for him to look over to the rainbow hued mare with him and return the question. “And what about you?"
(Though he doesn’t really mean these thoughts and maybe the guilt over having them is what finally gets him to lower himself - very very carefully - to the ground.)
He watches the kits warily as they move towards him and he laughs when their little noses touch his belly - poking him as though they are looking for something. With Galadriel’s help, they are as secure as they’ll ever be onto his back and he very very slowly rises up. Having never been to the adoption den and not knowing where it exists, his companion’s quiet admittance that it is a few hours away is met with a widening of his bright eyes.
But he doesn’t have the heart to dump the squirming little rodents off his back, and it helps that Galadriel brings up a subject that he’s very fond of. He noticeably brightens at the compliment. “Yes of course. You don’t just get this pretty overnight you know.” It took years of… well no work at all, really. In fact, the less work the better. “I’m the prettiest of my family, you know. Though my brother is alright.”
Laurelin might be tempted to check in on Varick, just to make sure he was still worth boasting about in this roundabout way, but his brother's wife was scary and fear just wasn't good for the complexion.
And he might have normally left it at that, but though this blue stallion is a very slow learner he does pick up things now and then and it is almost easy for him to look over to the rainbow hued mare with him and return the question. “And what about you?"
LAURELIN
@galadriel realized in the process of writing this that Riptide is Laurelin's nephew