09-17-2018, 05:12 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
He’s changed. Like, a lot. He wonders if his own family would even recognize him, expecting a normal silver bay roan and not one scaly bay roan with metallic gold in his hair, expecting normal brown eyes like his father’s instead of colour changing ones (though they are like his mother’s). Well, surely Scorch will know him. Hestoni had seen the gold before too, and Vi. Any others... not so much. It does run in the family though. Drustan had been born with draconic-looking horns after all. Maybe he’s not that much out of tone - except for the ice maybe.
Not that he expects to meet any of his siblings here. He hasn’t seen most of them at all, and others only before their parents’ death. They’ve all ventured out, he too, some having families and kids (not weird ones like himself but proper families like Hestoni and Scorch always had been an example of themselves). But he doesn’t know what to do in Ischia and isn’t entirely sure if Nerine is the place either. In short, he’s an in-between ghost.
Looking around there’s new babies joining their mothers in the meadow every day now. Spring can be wonderful like that. But he wonders if there’s one of his own with them. Wonders if Breckin ever wants some, or just one. Wonders if he’ll prove as infertile as his parents after having died. With a bit of guilt he remembers how he had stomped around the place a year ago, scaring those fillies and colts that were now yearlings and perhaps wandered around themselves. Perhaps looking for a home. Who knew, right? Perhaps one of them would fit in Ischia, or Nerine. Not that he considers himself a great recruiter, but still, he can offer whenever he’s asked. Hah, loophole - he’s not a Nerinian, so he doesn’t have to offer Loess.
He settles on grazing for now, though his new teeth are less suited for that - more suited for battle, for hurt, but that doesn’t mean his digestive system has turned around or anything, so he has to make do. Perhaps today will prove interesting. Perhaps it won’t.
Not that he expects to meet any of his siblings here. He hasn’t seen most of them at all, and others only before their parents’ death. They’ve all ventured out, he too, some having families and kids (not weird ones like himself but proper families like Hestoni and Scorch always had been an example of themselves). But he doesn’t know what to do in Ischia and isn’t entirely sure if Nerine is the place either. In short, he’s an in-between ghost.
Looking around there’s new babies joining their mothers in the meadow every day now. Spring can be wonderful like that. But he wonders if there’s one of his own with them. Wonders if Breckin ever wants some, or just one. Wonders if he’ll prove as infertile as his parents after having died. With a bit of guilt he remembers how he had stomped around the place a year ago, scaring those fillies and colts that were now yearlings and perhaps wandered around themselves. Perhaps looking for a home. Who knew, right? Perhaps one of them would fit in Ischia, or Nerine. Not that he considers himself a great recruiter, but still, he can offer whenever he’s asked. Hah, loophole - he’s not a Nerinian, so he doesn’t have to offer Loess.
He settles on grazing for now, though his new teeth are less suited for that - more suited for battle, for hurt, but that doesn’t mean his digestive system has turned around or anything, so he has to make do. Perhaps today will prove interesting. Perhaps it won’t.
@[Simeon]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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