Desolation comes upon the sky // ALL, KINGDOM MEETING.

[Drustan]

If the tension in her body doesn’t tell enough, the heavy sigh surely does. Drustan is not oblivious to his mother’s insecurity and hesitance. She does not show them always, especially when it is just the two of them Vi seems content and happy. He does like those moments too, happy to have her whole attention focussed on him. He knows she follows his each and every movement through sound only, having long ago learned to not stray too far from her side. That, however, does not mean he does not indulge himself in mischief, knowing damn well she cannot see him. And Dru always makes sure that Vi is his only witness.

“Where to?” he asks, abruptly stopping whatever he was doing. His blue eyes find her, and his dark ears flick forward as his horned head rises ever so slightly. Soon his eyes narrow, and lips press into a thin line. Today, again, his mother does not seem happy and content. Even as a child, he cannot help but to wonder.

He gallops to catch up, rearing at her flank with his hooves reaching the top of her hindquarters. It is an attempt to distract her, to make her smile again, and forget whatever that keeps her busy that is not him. “Mooooom?” he whines, slightly sulking as she has yet to answer him. Drustan does not like it to be ignored. As he walks alongside the blue roan colt keeps jumping up, bumping his shoulder gently into her side, and then trotting a few steps ahead as his fluffy black tail is lifted into the air. He glances back across his shoulder, if she could only see him.

It is only when the gathered group of equines come into view that he hurries right back to Vi’s side. He does not know if he should give in to his curiosity – so many new faces, and yet nobody is paying him any mind – or if the annoyance is getting the upper hand. His mother, who is basically his whole world, is clearly not comfortable. Drustan stands pressed against her chest during the time they stand still, listening to his grandmother speak. Or, in Dru’s case, not really listening. Instead he is both curiously looking around with forward tipped ears and glaring at whoever might meet his blue gaze.

Only when Vi starts moving he notices that his grandmother is done speaking. He bounces next to her as they make their way over to their family, prancing the last part towards them ahead of her. He nickers – probably louder than what is polite as Wishbone is speaking – a greeting at them. First a nuzzle is shared with Scorch, then he playfully rears up in an attempt to nip at the side of Hestoni’s mouth.

As his mother settles against his grandmother’s side, his blue eyes find first Scorch, then Hestoni’s, expectantly. Since the last time he saw them, his horns have grown. They are a couple of centimetres long, and still far from reaching their final length. “What’s happening?” Obviously, he had not been paying attention at all.

Drustan.

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