10-29-2021, 09:57 AM
There had definitely been no awkward teenage phase, Laurelin was pretty sure - and he nods seriously in agreement to this observation. No one had remarked on him looking awkward, anyway, and for him his face had always been his face.
“Varick. He’s in Nerine now, I think.” Although mildly curious about whether the name would be familiar, Laurelin forgets to pay attention to see if there is any recognition. Presumably Varick had friends, though if she did know his older brother then he hoped she’d like Laurelin best.
It seems proper that Galadriel is the prettiest in her family - and he doesn’t think anything of the simple and short answer his question gets. No explanation needed. As a pair they are just stunning - the walking summer sky and the deep blue of a clear evening. Or perhaps the depths of the ocean. Laurelin hasn’t found anything in nature that truly compares to himself, but the imagery associated with day and night and his new friend suits him.
Which makes this almost a perfect meeting. If you forget about the kits that are using Laurelin as a bus, which he does for a moment until one of them shifts around. He pauses in his stride, giving it time to settle itself, and grins again as Galadriel asks about his family.
“They are. I don’t know for sure if my dad is, I’ve never met him, but my mom is.” He was quite proud to have inherited the gold marking on his face from his mom. “We’re a small family but that’s probably for the best.” Those bright eyes of his dance with laughter as he says this. The world might not be ready for Laurelin’s family to expand.
Complaints about his passengers fade into the back of his mind as he seeks to satisfy a little more curiosity about the pretty mare. “Where do you live? You know, when you’re not out in the world rescuing woodland creatures.”
“Varick. He’s in Nerine now, I think.” Although mildly curious about whether the name would be familiar, Laurelin forgets to pay attention to see if there is any recognition. Presumably Varick had friends, though if she did know his older brother then he hoped she’d like Laurelin best.
It seems proper that Galadriel is the prettiest in her family - and he doesn’t think anything of the simple and short answer his question gets. No explanation needed. As a pair they are just stunning - the walking summer sky and the deep blue of a clear evening. Or perhaps the depths of the ocean. Laurelin hasn’t found anything in nature that truly compares to himself, but the imagery associated with day and night and his new friend suits him.
Which makes this almost a perfect meeting. If you forget about the kits that are using Laurelin as a bus, which he does for a moment until one of them shifts around. He pauses in his stride, giving it time to settle itself, and grins again as Galadriel asks about his family.
“They are. I don’t know for sure if my dad is, I’ve never met him, but my mom is.” He was quite proud to have inherited the gold marking on his face from his mom. “We’re a small family but that’s probably for the best.” Those bright eyes of his dance with laughter as he says this. The world might not be ready for Laurelin’s family to expand.
Complaints about his passengers fade into the back of his mind as he seeks to satisfy a little more curiosity about the pretty mare. “Where do you live? You know, when you’re not out in the world rescuing woodland creatures.”
LAURELIN
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