HE'S SO TALL, HANDSOME AS HELL
HE'S SO BAD, BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL
No longer does he come at their beck and call, no longer does the scream of a woman giving birth send him rushing on wing to find them. He has grown confident in his abilities to produce the best, why should he scurry about like a frantic dove?
It's been days since he's checked on Anyx and her swollen barrel, likely she has already given birth. All the better, when he does find them he will be glad to have another fine trinket to add to his growing family.
Today he lights the wind with his glistening lavender body, twisting carelessly on the calm, warm, summer currents. Nothing is better than soaring over the ocean, though it is not often he glides over anything else. Why shou ld he when the vast expanse of churning water was at his feet? As if bowing to him again and again on the beach, forever in relentless curtsy to the Cove "King"?
He finds them near the statue, a little alcove they call home, taking shelter from rain or shine as needed. The ground he touches in a quick caress, hooves melting into the earth with practiced care. He tucks his wings to his sides, folding them with care across the length of his body, turning his silvered stare to the children.
Tusks to do not go unnoticed, especially since they are protruding ever so from the maw of a horse. A child, his he hoped, seeing none else in the general vicinity so young. Her wings bring a smile to his velvet lips, he did so love the gift of flight, terribly biased as he was.
"Anyx you do not disappoint me.." He calls, still studying the girl outside.