Velk
07-02-2018, 01:39 PM
With his focus upon the limited vegetation, two-toned stallion remains oblivious to his mother's approach. He continues to nibble upon the drying foliage until, a brief arctic gust carries Solace's familiar scent to his nostrils. Velk is not caught off guard nor, is he perturbed that his solitude has been disturbed. His left lobe swivels to face and train upon the ivory and gold toned lady. The remainder of his chassis appears indifferent though, he is in fact curious what brought her to him. Solace was not the hovering or, smothering type and, the young lad appreciates her greatly for her trust and patience.
When his mother finally steps towards him, black and white painted colt lifts his poll. Light blue gaze shifts to meet her eyes and, a single breath later, ink-hued ears prick forward out of interest. Poll remains low, out of respect, as she approaches. His whiskered muzzle brushes her shoulder affectionately as she grooms his mane. Velk listens closely to her words and, begins to process their meaning. Begin my education he repeats. He nods to show his comprehension before he finds his voice. "I would appreciate that." I do not know where I will fit in. I do not know what I want to do, he continues to himself. Velk falls quiet to listen to her next words. He appreciates the insight she shares into the plan though, his curiosity piques enough to ask a question. "Mom, is dad a soldier? Or, is he a tactful diplomat, like yourself?" He swallows as the words leave his maw. All at once, the lad felt awkward for asking about his father. Solace had never discouraged Velk or, Valdis, from asking about Castile. She never said that she did not want to talk about him. All the same, he felt that, perhaps, the conversation was a difficult one for Solace. He had respected that possibility until now. Now, he could not help but feel that, knowing more about his sire, would help him figure out who he will become.
When his mother finally steps towards him, black and white painted colt lifts his poll. Light blue gaze shifts to meet her eyes and, a single breath later, ink-hued ears prick forward out of interest. Poll remains low, out of respect, as she approaches. His whiskered muzzle brushes her shoulder affectionately as she grooms his mane. Velk listens closely to her words and, begins to process their meaning. Begin my education he repeats. He nods to show his comprehension before he finds his voice. "I would appreciate that." I do not know where I will fit in. I do not know what I want to do, he continues to himself. Velk falls quiet to listen to her next words. He appreciates the insight she shares into the plan though, his curiosity piques enough to ask a question. "Mom, is dad a soldier? Or, is he a tactful diplomat, like yourself?" He swallows as the words leave his maw. All at once, the lad felt awkward for asking about his father. Solace had never discouraged Velk or, Valdis, from asking about Castile. She never said that she did not want to talk about him. All the same, he felt that, perhaps, the conversation was a difficult one for Solace. He had respected that possibility until now. Now, he could not help but feel that, knowing more about his sire, would help him figure out who he will become.
@[Solace]