09-15-2017, 08:41 AM
Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.
however small, however hidden.
The painted mare seems to appreciate Smoak's diplomatic introduction and he smiles excitedly at her pleasant demeanor. He nearly bows his champagne head to her again, but then a quick realization hits the young colt: "You already know my name! Dad must have told you about me," he says matter-of-factly, his hazel eyes upturned to regard Dad momentarily before his attention returns to the intriguing new stranger. There's something about her that seems familiar or comfortable, though he can't quite place it, prompting a small frown across his lips. "I don't think we've met before. What's your name?" he inquires with a tilted head.
After he questions Dad on his choice of company, Smoak scoffs at him with flared nostrils. "Mom says that to be good at anything, you have to practice it yourself, Dad." There's humor in the young boy's voice as he turns his glittering eyes back to the speckled mare, who has decided to join him in his jest. Excitement flares inside the bone-armored boy at the prospect of a new friend, his hazel eyes delving again into the mare and her facial features, unable to shake the feeling that he should know her.
The way she is quick to join him in prodding Dad reminds him of the way Solace and Svedka interact, the light-hearted prodding with never too much malice. Smoak's head tilts to the side again and he takes another step forward towards the graying chestnut tovero. His nostrils quaver, taking in her unusual scent.
"Are we family?" he blurts, suddenly full of excitement, "Are you my Aunt?!"
Smoak
@[Scyla] ♥