Then there came a sound,
distant first, it grew into castrophany
So immense that it could be heard far away in space
Rile is caught unawares by an approaching mare, face lit up like a child in a candy store. Her pretty blue globes locked to his peculiar socks. He watches as she nears and then is startled by the enthusiasm in her voice as she comments on his assets. "Well, uh, thank you" He says, not quite sure how to respond, it was not like he had a choice in being burdened with such bizarre looks, many saw him as strange and out of place, it was rare for him to come across anyone who actually liked his nebula styled socks, it was unheard of to have someone call him out in a field of others simply to comment enthusiastically on his socks.
"I'm Rile." He replies once she offers her name and some assistance. Usually he's not one for out right asking or help, and from the looks of her she didn't hold what he would see as a northern look. But he figured it couldn't help to ask. He rose his gaze to the sky briefly and then back to Maribel. "I suppose there is something you could maybe help me with. I'm looking for someone dear to me, my brother actually." He paused, wondering if after all this time his brother would even want to see him, and then he frowned at himself. I have to know.
"He was a silver black, our mother called him Neverwas. Quite the little one as far as I can remember too..." He trailed off, not liking to admit that he had left his younger twin to fend for himself. His ears fell back as quilt took hold, but he quickly wiped it off with a smile towards Maribel. Maybe she could help, maybe she knew where he might be, maybe she didn't, but knew someone who did. He could only hope.
Rile
Flamevein x Irk
@[Maribel]