I had a dream that we were dead (Mortal)

[Mortal]

MORTAL

prince of the chamber

While he listens Mortal flicks his short but growing tail. Steadily he stands, tall and proud and only a bit stiff for a child. His Father had taught him stance, presence and if anything it was more military in its appearance than it was in prideful presentation. Truly he had set out to learn more about the world and he had gotten just that and then some. What luck had it been to cross paths with another adventurer, knowledge seeker and boy. The other child was a curious one, what with his sinking skin, patchy fur, milky eyes, it is a wonder that Mortal did not overwhelm him with questions. We can be sure that he had many, too many perhaps and there was always another to replace the one if answered. Alas, Mortal was a more careful learner, observing more than he spoke (though he is quite talkative), and listening better than he questioned.


If in the future Killdare would ever look on Mortal with indifference would the young boy even notice? Did he notice now the sadness that crept along the creases of his Father’s eyes whenever they fell on him or his brother? Would he even begin to understand the falling out he and his Mother had had? For now he seemed to regard the child much like he did the adults, speaking to him plainly and giving orders all the same. Maybe that was because he was a boy? Not once could he say that he had ever heard his Father talk to Victra in such a manner, he seemed softer with his sister if not more uncertain in how to interact with her at all. Was there much a difference between boys and girls at his age? There were still many things that he did not understand and certainly he would be one to find out more about them.


“To fly? Well, it’s okay, I’m not much good at it yet. I suppose it is nice to fly. My Dad used to have wings too, but he doesn’t anymore.” Indeed, his Father had traded wings for something else, something he would not keep in the end but would serve him for the years to come nonetheless. Mortal tried his best to answer but he did not have much experience in the matters of flight and it was difficult to practice in the pines. Instead of speaking at length he waits a few beats, growing still as if he expects the other will have something to say to fill the silence.


Then again he cannot completely remain silent as the conversation goes on (so young you see),words and ideas forming into solidarity in his mind before he asks what he must know. “Grandfather? What’s a Grandfather?” Killdare never spoke much of his dad, nor did he ever intend to, so the word is certainly a confusing one to the black and lime boy. “What’s he called?” another question as he considers the moniker before, maybe that was the horse’s name after all ‘Grandfather.’ Next is a question of feet, his own green eyes following the other’s milky set to his hooves. They were plain and black and feathered, nothing unusual that he knew of but with the last statement perhaps Jinn had to look to make sure. “Claws...on her feet? What like a bird?” he wonders, shifting his own hooves as he considered how exactly that would work or look even.

“And is that from your Grandfather too?”

dont wanna hang around the in crowd, the cool kids aren't cool to me

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