08-20-2017, 06:11 PM
Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.
however small, however hidden.
Smoak continues down the riverside with a bounce in his step and a bright glint of happiness in hazel eyes that match Ellyse's. He doesn't expect to find the Twins easily, and is in fact quite ready for an adventure, but it's with happy surprise that the bone-armored colt hears small hooves reverberating against the earth behind him. He spins happily in the long grasses, pivoting his lithe champagne body in a half circle so that he's facing the way he'd come, gaze falling on the two blue-accented foals that approach him.
"Hey! Twins!" he calls out excitedly, as the palomino colt races by his sister. Smoak laughs good-naturedly, his small hooves beating rhythmically against Tephra's soft ground as he prances in place, head tossing and short, wispy forelock flailing. He laughs warmly at the young filly and her confession, his hazel eyes darting to her brother in anticipation for the colt's response. He handles the jab in stride and Smoak is already a fan of their easy jesting as the pair come to a halt, the filly before him and the colt beside him.
Smoak flexes his shoulder and extends his leg outward to allow the blue-maned colt a chance to inspect the bone plating, a proud smirk weaseling its way onto his maw as he scoffs at the other boy's observation. "It's exactly where it's supposed to be, thank you very much," the young son of Ellyse and Dahmer states artlessly, but with childlike innocence.
"Where did you get your feathers from? They're pretty cool. I'm Smoak, by the way. Ellyse is my Mom. She's the Head of War," he adds as a finisher, with a shrug of his tiny, bony shoulders. "What are your names? Do you want to play?"
Smoak
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