everything looks worse at night, i think i'm overthinking

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you He turns toward the flicker of motion, thinking for just a moment that Erne had returned. But the black winged shape becomes a black horse instead of his osprey companion, executing a neat landing and finishing with a bicolored glare that Gale imagines might turn water to ice if properly focused. Grateful that he is not aquatic, but sure he deserves whatever menace drives this unknown stranger, Gale does not try to lighten the mood. Instead he turns so that he can properly face the black horse, and inspects him with a sharp blue gaze. Two sharp horns, the left cracked open to reveal a glowing core. Black hide and black hair, with glowing markings and feathers along his forehand. It is the eyes that worry him most, eyes that are simultaneously familiar but inexplicable. Gale’s eyes trace the lines of the stallion’s face, attempting to age him. Not a child, but not old enough that immortality has begun to still him. He knows who this is but… “What is…” His voice catches, the question feeling an impossible one to ask his son: “What is your name?”