05-17-2018, 07:37 PM
Belgaer does not have to wait long before his eyes fall upon the distant figure of his approaching father. A parrot tangled in his mane, the king is truly a sight to behold. Appearing almost half-bird himself Belfaer appreciated his father eccentric sense of humor. Glancing behind him, the winged chestnut's concern for his charge grew. Disheveled and exhausted she stood off in the hard packed wet sand her coat baking in the sunlight. Their's had been a long journey and the pace he had set had been purposeful. As a result, the filly appeared even more weak than when they'd started out on their journey. Whatever slumber she'd awoken from had left her disoriented and confused, but throughout their trek she'd remained silent. Only speaking when spoke to. It had felt odd to him, but he'd respected her space.
Turning to face his sire, Belgaer offered him a weary smile. His name as it fell from Brennen's lips contained a question and the insinuation was almost amusing. It was not completely unknown that the bay desired to see his children settled with mates and children of their own, but Pond was not Belgaer's mare. She was far too young.
"This is Pond," he began in a tone barely above a whisper, opting to ignore his father's subtext. "I stumbled upon her wandering alone in the Riverlands. Father...she's different. She asked me about -." His voice faded in disbelief as he took time to consider how crazy he might seem. Clearing his throat he continued once more. "She says she is looking for the desert."
The admittance still sounded odd to his ears, even after the time he'd had to process it. Angling himself towards the filly, he cleared Brennen's view of her.
"Pond," he beckoned to her gently. "Come, meet my father."
@[Pond] @[Brennen]
Turning to face his sire, Belgaer offered him a weary smile. His name as it fell from Brennen's lips contained a question and the insinuation was almost amusing. It was not completely unknown that the bay desired to see his children settled with mates and children of their own, but Pond was not Belgaer's mare. She was far too young.
"This is Pond," he began in a tone barely above a whisper, opting to ignore his father's subtext. "I stumbled upon her wandering alone in the Riverlands. Father...she's different. She asked me about -." His voice faded in disbelief as he took time to consider how crazy he might seem. Clearing his throat he continued once more. "She says she is looking for the desert."
The admittance still sounded odd to his ears, even after the time he'd had to process it. Angling himself towards the filly, he cleared Brennen's view of her.
"Pond," he beckoned to her gently. "Come, meet my father."
@[Pond] @[Brennen]