[open] don't just sit with folded hands and become blind;

[Maertin]

As his heartrate settles, the colt lets his gaze flicker over his new companion, noting the scales and the eyes with undisguised interest. There are people with scales in Ischia, but somehow they’re differently scale-y. He has no idea that this is because most of the Ischians are fish-y type people, while his new friend (for they must be instant friends, in the way of children) is a snake-y type person. But no matter the source of the scales, the boy is interested and observant but not fearful. It’s hard to be fearful of anything, when you have lived in the shadow of a heroic father your whole life; this she might understand, though they have no concept of their similarities.


Adna smiles, and that is enough for him. The chestnut colt can’t help himself; he dances back and forth on light feet, so excited to have a playmate that isn’t a sibling or a Brother. “Yes!” he agrees enthusiastically, looking around quickly for more playmates; but for the moment, it’s just Maertin and Adna. “My favorite game is chase – but what’s yours?” The boy tries to still his feet, but he can’t quite manage it. Daydreams interfere with him for a moment, as he thinks about games. His twin will play chase with him, but his sisters are too fast for the twins – they prefer hide-and-seek, but Maertin has begun to suspect that they are unreasonably bad seekers because they aren’t really seeking, instead leaving the twins in hiding while they go off to do other things.


ooc; sorry this sucks TT_TT @[adna]