07-20-2017, 04:01 PM
That little confession made him a bit better. The way Terran had been surprised was not really in the way he had intended to, but what he wouldn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him. And naturally he trusted his father. And almost just as naturally he curiously reaches out to gently lip at the four golden wings that sprout from his father’s shoulders, the gold and pretty dazzle catching his attention.
Not for long, of course, when Ander is invited to the ocean. No need to ask that twice. ”Yes! I like the ocean!” he happily chirps, bouncing on his legs as he trots to catch up. His lips are curled up and show a wide smile and his ruby eyes shimmer in delight. How could today get getter? ”Me and mom’s friend showed Fox the beach too!” He had played with Circy as she had shifted back into wolf form again, a game little Ander had happily accepted.
Just when he’s about to start rambling about meeting the ice fox – even though Fox couldn’t shift like his mom’s friend, which had quite disappointed the gold pointed colt – his father throws in another subject. Not that it matters, not to Ander at least, but he cannot quite say he fully understands it. ”Different?” he repeats questioningly, his head slightly tilting as he glances up at the tall black male besides him.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait for an explanation long, though it doesn’t really get to the point either. The bounce in his step is gone now, matching Terran’s step as he ponders. ”Do I feel different?” he softly questions himself. Not that he knew. No itch between his shoulders at least, or not more than usual and like the itch all over his body caused by flies and other insects.
The other thing, the feeling within, was even more strange. He didn’t feel any different. Or not that he noticed at least. Little did he know that the thing his father was referring too, was something he was so well accustomed with. Something that had always been there with him. No change. No different feeling.
So he shakes his head, puffed cheeks a little as his lips are pouty. ”No.. I don’t feel different..” he replies softly, glancing away after a quick look up at Terran’s bald face. Not really that afraid to disappoint – okay, perhaps he is a little – but more like he’s now wondering if he should feel different.
Luckily the beach offers him a distraction. They’re almost there, the soft sand of the beach already underneath their hooves. Mingled with the dark forest ground, and mixed with pine needles, but already there. As a promise of what soon would come. ”We’re here!” he exclaims, bouncing on his front legs, then glancing up at Terran. ”A race to the beeeeeeach-“
And he’s off.
Not for long, of course, when Ander is invited to the ocean. No need to ask that twice. ”Yes! I like the ocean!” he happily chirps, bouncing on his legs as he trots to catch up. His lips are curled up and show a wide smile and his ruby eyes shimmer in delight. How could today get getter? ”Me and mom’s friend showed Fox the beach too!” He had played with Circy as she had shifted back into wolf form again, a game little Ander had happily accepted.
Just when he’s about to start rambling about meeting the ice fox – even though Fox couldn’t shift like his mom’s friend, which had quite disappointed the gold pointed colt – his father throws in another subject. Not that it matters, not to Ander at least, but he cannot quite say he fully understands it. ”Different?” he repeats questioningly, his head slightly tilting as he glances up at the tall black male besides him.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait for an explanation long, though it doesn’t really get to the point either. The bounce in his step is gone now, matching Terran’s step as he ponders. ”Do I feel different?” he softly questions himself. Not that he knew. No itch between his shoulders at least, or not more than usual and like the itch all over his body caused by flies and other insects.
The other thing, the feeling within, was even more strange. He didn’t feel any different. Or not that he noticed at least. Little did he know that the thing his father was referring too, was something he was so well accustomed with. Something that had always been there with him. No change. No different feeling.
So he shakes his head, puffed cheeks a little as his lips are pouty. ”No.. I don’t feel different..” he replies softly, glancing away after a quick look up at Terran’s bald face. Not really that afraid to disappoint – okay, perhaps he is a little – but more like he’s now wondering if he should feel different.
Luckily the beach offers him a distraction. They’re almost there, the soft sand of the beach already underneath their hooves. Mingled with the dark forest ground, and mixed with pine needles, but already there. As a promise of what soon would come. ”We’re here!” he exclaims, bouncing on his front legs, then glancing up at Terran. ”A race to the beeeeeeach-“
And he’s off.
OOC: I wrote you a book :| . Or half of it. Ander muuuuuuuuse <3