Behave yourself little Darling ( Magnus, Johnathen, Any)

[magnus]

you and I both know that the house is haunted
and you and I both know that the ghost is me

Magnus is wandering the border when he hears Becca’s call, pausing mid-step at the sound of it. His lips curl into a gentle smile as he alters his direction toward the source of it; he had been wondering when he would see the chocolate mare again—he hoped that she had been enjoying her time in her new home. Of course, she is not alone and that comes as a pleasant surprise to him as he makes his way toward the pair.

It had been some time since he had seen Becca—the last time had been when he had first introduced her to Mast—and much had changed. This time, he had golden eagle wings folded by his side, although he had not quite mastered them yet. He was admittedly more graceful with them than he had been at first, but flight still took getting used to. He would need to keep practicing if he was to be useful in battle.

“Becca,” he greets her warmly, nodding in her direction with a crooked grin. He looks toward the colt by her side, considering him for a second before nodding. “And who might you be?” His voice is husky, deep. “My name is Magnus.” With wings folded at his sides, he fell silent, watching them curiously.

MAGNUS

once general. once lord. once king.