10-08-2021, 09:30 PM
The russet feathers that line her neck and chest ruffle softly with genuine pleasure. Of course she hasn't been forgotten! The chimerical mare plays an unmusical trill in her throat that is almost like laughter and is about to say something else when they are interrupted suddenly by a second child. This time it is the stiff black feathers of her mane that lift in response to the "attack," creating an impressive crest that shivers slightly with every twitch of muscle as she snakes her head down protectively (possessively) between colt and filly. She had heard him lurking - the fallen leaves make it so hard to travel silently through Sylva - but his careless tumble takes her by surprise.
Brave, foolish, boy. He confronts her, not yet succumbing to the peace that chokes their little copse. Her yellow eyes flash dangerously, but his sister saves him with quick words of introduction. Manikin rears her head back to its usual height, crest dropping halfway - not on alert, but neither entirely disarmed.
"Link," she purrs his name through a reproachful frown that only just tugs at the corner of her mouth, barely touching the beak-fixed grin but harshening the lines of her face nonetheless, "Your stealth leaves something to be desired."
Another set of twins is on Manny's mind; an advantage-less brother tilting at gods like windmills. She doesn't know he finally found Grandfather - she doesn't know she's going to be an aunt - she only thinks that it is near time to find Avocet's shattered memories and rearrange them once again and thinking of him brings her attention back to Link. It's too late to make him forget that she is a stranger without that shattering confusion that has made such a kaleidoscope of Avocet's mind so she fattens the little flame of jealousy with a familiar tug at his sister's mane. Magic feeds playful hints to the girl's memories and lets the child's imagination run wild with them. All the things a small and willowy filly left behind by her brother, again and again, might wish for in a muscular and somewhat dangerous friend.
And Link? She tries to dull his trips so his sister's secret rankles just a little more. She pulls the fog of peace back from him just enough so jealousy and dissatisfaction can burrow in, but that's no magic, just sibling rivalry. Her blazed head tilts, birdlike, peering down at him from above his pale twin with a watchful gaze. Her interest can be won, it says, if he wants it.
Brave, foolish, boy. He confronts her, not yet succumbing to the peace that chokes their little copse. Her yellow eyes flash dangerously, but his sister saves him with quick words of introduction. Manikin rears her head back to its usual height, crest dropping halfway - not on alert, but neither entirely disarmed.
"Link," she purrs his name through a reproachful frown that only just tugs at the corner of her mouth, barely touching the beak-fixed grin but harshening the lines of her face nonetheless, "Your stealth leaves something to be desired."
Another set of twins is on Manny's mind; an advantage-less brother tilting at gods like windmills. She doesn't know he finally found Grandfather - she doesn't know she's going to be an aunt - she only thinks that it is near time to find Avocet's shattered memories and rearrange them once again and thinking of him brings her attention back to Link. It's too late to make him forget that she is a stranger without that shattering confusion that has made such a kaleidoscope of Avocet's mind so she fattens the little flame of jealousy with a familiar tug at his sister's mane. Magic feeds playful hints to the girl's memories and lets the child's imagination run wild with them. All the things a small and willowy filly left behind by her brother, again and again, might wish for in a muscular and somewhat dangerous friend.
And Link? She tries to dull his trips so his sister's secret rankles just a little more. She pulls the fog of peace back from him just enough so jealousy and dissatisfaction can burrow in, but that's no magic, just sibling rivalry. Her blazed head tilts, birdlike, peering down at him from above his pale twin with a watchful gaze. Her interest can be won, it says, if he wants it.
@Lillibet @Link