my words are unerring tools of destruction; [Femur/Longclaw/Valensia/Any]

[Longclaw]

LongClaw

-I close my eyes, Ignore the smoke-

Their children grow, Tephra remains a place of impregnable security, and Longclaw enjoys the sweet taste of his efforts cultivated here. He’d known from the very first time he set foot on these shores that this was to become his home. The black silt of volcanic soil has permeated through his skin and muscles, darkened his blood, and settled into his bones.

Looking back on it now, he considers it Warrick’s doing. After all, it was the navy-and-crimson stallion who’d let Claw and his flame settle here so many years ago. As the blue warg crosses the dividing channel between Tephra’s main islands and the one that separates the Volcano from all the rest, he smiles to think how his original boast had not come short of being fulfilled.

But the memory leaves him suddenly because as he drags his body clear of the swelling waters, a whooping cry startles him onto a new train of thought.

From down here, the smokey-silver colt is but a coasting speck - a large bird with a strange cry that soon swoops into a lower draft and careens out of sight. It could be anyone, any horse, but Longclaw is not so terrible a father that he wouldn’t be able to place the sound of his own children’s cry. “That’ll be Gansey-boy, then.” He thinks, chuckling through a hefty shake of his body before straightening out to coast over the dunes with an abrupt trot.

Perhaps he should be worried; ultimately it seemed that Gansey was ‘winging’ it, (pun always intended) and the ensuing sound of a crash-landing further backs his assumptions up, but Longclaw is only elated to see how quick the grullo colt was learning. He knows from his own experiences that sometimes, the natural course of things is the best teacher.

Past the dunes and a few seaward bushes, Longclaw spots the tangle of feathers and fur in the distance and extends to canter, flying over the sparse winter grassland where Gansey lies. He pulls to a stop alongside the colt and is nothing but a ball of energy and a wide, fanged grin. “Gansey!” he nearly shouts, “I saw - you flew!”

A rattling laugh echoes in his chest and the shimmering Commander drops his nose, the faint gust of his breath whuffing over head and neck to check for injury. “Not hurt, are you?” He decides to ask instead, and then he backs away to allow his son some breathing room.

@[Gansey] Errrrrm aside from the normal day-to-day I don't think anything too crazy has happened xD