Ky is not, maybe, as serious as his parents, but he’s close enough, and so he blinks as his father a bit when he appears on the beach, and cocks his head with an amused smile. He’d already jnown he was coming, it seems.
”Hi dad.” He inhales the man’s scent, which is only a vague memory up until that point, but gets renewed now all the same and gets recognized instantly. He is welcomed home, and, the chestnut roan looks at the place estimatingly. It might be home to his father, and with time, maybe this will be home for him, too. He’s not sure yet. ”...kicking up some dirt here and there.” In the literal sense. But he’s not sure if his shifting capabilities are known to his father yet (not sure if maybe his mother talked to him much, when he was out playing in the meadow or the playground, or later when he had already left her side). He shakes a foreleg, it’s itchy, this salt water drying up. And he’s not entirely sure he is used to an equine body again.
”There’s nothing noteworthy, I am afraid. But I figured a visit was overdue, so...” the boy trails there, and shrugs. So here he is. Now what? He hasn’t thought this entirely through, maybe.
@[Brennen]