02-24-2019, 11:55 AM
Summer is gone, he notes with not quite a look of interest but there’s some unreadable expression sitting on his face. It has been long gone, but he’s able to face the bluthering briskness that hints at a winter not too far off with his head held high as he came through the autumn season unscathed. No grandchildren this year!
Perhaps his mothers both, will be glad of that. Not that he presumed they’d notice much that doesn’t go on in his lackadaisical life. Kagerus and Solace leave him alone, as most of his siblings do and to be frank - he’s glad of it. It makes him think he’s more like his elusive uncle Svedka than ever.
Mayhap that is why he is so wild and restless - -
Virginal, suffering from pent-up hormones and frustrations that he cannot even begin to name. Most would be silly anyway, like a lack of friends or lining for the closeness of the once-holy trinity that was the infamous kaglace triplets. These are the things that are within his control to change but he doesn’t, he eyes the meadow and sniffs the air instead before rubbing the side of his face against his leg.
The grown colt hasn’t been paying attention, rather lost in thought so he almost doesn’t notice his name being called or the smell of plums that precede her coming. She is gorgeous to look at, and he knows that’s a remnant of the damn hormones talking —
(though she was lovely either way, he just took greater notice at the moment because of the sudden testosterone surge that occurred in him!)
He struggles to place her familiarity for just a moment, doubting childhood memories that are tied up tight in pretty bows of mother-made dreams and sibling adventures. The kinds of things that settle his hormones and fill him with a languid happiness as he bobs his head at her. “Probably never officially met either, until now.” Sviko acknowledges with a smile that lights up his blue eyes.
Of course he knows of her! Has even seen her but thinks more of her in terms of how his mothers hold her in high esteem. Interesting to think that one day, he could be addressing her as the king to her lovely little subkingdom that held his birthplace and such fond childhood memories for him. But Sviko isn’t the kind to dwell on stuff like that for too long, or even lord it up over her - he’s a good boy at heart, as kind and quiet as a mouse unlike his more boisterous siblings.
“What brings you so far from Hyaline?” he is curious, faintly so because now he’s thinking of how he’s tried so hard to be the only plague-free child and here he is, gallivanting about in the plague-ridden air and planning a trip to his birthplace because he hasn’t been back since the end of Will’s summer party. If he remembers right, she’d been there too.
@[Kensa] <3