He hadn’t even been an hour old when he had first met her and after that time, Ander had never seen his aunt again. Neither had he heard about her from either his mother, grandpa or Polaris. Logically he had always assumed that his mother side of the family didn’t go further than grandpa Ruan and Polaris, his glassy aunt. But like that, Ander had never really thought about Terran’s family.
Taiga had been family. And Taiga was gone now. Lost, perhaps even forever. What had become of all those who lived there? Grandpa, Polaris, aunt Circy, Crevan and all the others? And that wasn’t the only thing emotional ballast he had to deal with. Ander had seen his mother die – and rise reborn – with his own eyes. Eyes that resembled hers so much.
With those same eyes he stares up at the winged mare. He inspects her, just like she was eyeing him, though he’s glad for his father’s wing drooped over his back. ”Hi!” he greets back, too enthusiastic for how he should be feeling. Ander simply cannot shake the joyous and excited feeling off, and his golden pointed ears point forward. And secretly, he takes pride too. He had grown and which colt didn’t like to hear that? Still, he hadn’t reached Terran’s height, not Heda’s or Ea’s. He would, in the future, but that was still a couple of years ahead of him. ”I’m also much faster! Though.. I cannot seem to surprise dad..” But even that disappointed is dulled by the happiness.
The conversation carries on to more formal business, something he is yet too young to really have formed an opinion on. He knows they are talking about homes, new homes, to settle. No Taiga anymore. But Ander doesn’t know better than Taiga. However, he does know what he values. ”Are there forests on your lands?” he curiously asks, his neck bending so he can look from the one queen to the other.
Taiga had been family. And Taiga was gone now. Lost, perhaps even forever. What had become of all those who lived there? Grandpa, Polaris, aunt Circy, Crevan and all the others? And that wasn’t the only thing emotional ballast he had to deal with. Ander had seen his mother die – and rise reborn – with his own eyes. Eyes that resembled hers so much.
With those same eyes he stares up at the winged mare. He inspects her, just like she was eyeing him, though he’s glad for his father’s wing drooped over his back. ”Hi!” he greets back, too enthusiastic for how he should be feeling. Ander simply cannot shake the joyous and excited feeling off, and his golden pointed ears point forward. And secretly, he takes pride too. He had grown and which colt didn’t like to hear that? Still, he hadn’t reached Terran’s height, not Heda’s or Ea’s. He would, in the future, but that was still a couple of years ahead of him. ”I’m also much faster! Though.. I cannot seem to surprise dad..” But even that disappointed is dulled by the happiness.
The conversation carries on to more formal business, something he is yet too young to really have formed an opinion on. He knows they are talking about homes, new homes, to settle. No Taiga anymore. But Ander doesn’t know better than Taiga. However, he does know what he values. ”Are there forests on your lands?” he curiously asks, his neck bending so he can look from the one queen to the other.
OOC: Sorry for the wait! Will try to be a bit more active.