03-02-2019, 01:48 PM
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As Haunt wiggles and shifts Misfit does the same, sitting up so that he can curl against the dark child who noses and grooms him. The grullo boy releases his friends ear and nibbles instead at the curls of void-black mane as Haunt returns a statement of childish adoration. Between them there is a possessiveness and a belonging that is all the more poignant for its being a first such bond, at least for Fit. The blue tipped child would glow with it, if he could.
“With the shadows?” He asks, drawing back with interest that borders on anxiety. He knows that Ether and Haunt can do things with shadows that horses like he and Briseis cannot but he has never been into the shadows, though he is used to them attending their playtime. Misfit doesn’t think about it too long, and without Briseis anywhere within earshot to say yes or no it seems like a perfectly good idea. “Okay! Lets go!” The boy tosses his head and squirms to his feet, slender blue legs scrambling for purchase in the musty leaf litter. Once on his feet he shakes himself and then presses up alongside Haunt and butts at him with his cobalt muzzle. “How does it work?” Misfit looks around into the dark depths of the trees that march off around them until they become the vast Taiga. He tries to think of places he would like to go, but he hasn’t been anywhere but Nerine.
The boy squints his blue eyes at the disordered rows of trees and then tosses his small triangular head. “Lets see somewhere different from Nerine, or Taiga.”
“With the shadows?” He asks, drawing back with interest that borders on anxiety. He knows that Ether and Haunt can do things with shadows that horses like he and Briseis cannot but he has never been into the shadows, though he is used to them attending their playtime. Misfit doesn’t think about it too long, and without Briseis anywhere within earshot to say yes or no it seems like a perfectly good idea. “Okay! Lets go!” The boy tosses his head and squirms to his feet, slender blue legs scrambling for purchase in the musty leaf litter. Once on his feet he shakes himself and then presses up alongside Haunt and butts at him with his cobalt muzzle. “How does it work?” Misfit looks around into the dark depths of the trees that march off around them until they become the vast Taiga. He tries to think of places he would like to go, but he hasn’t been anywhere but Nerine.
The boy squints his blue eyes at the disordered rows of trees and then tosses his small triangular head. “Lets see somewhere different from Nerine, or Taiga.”
Misfit
i wouldn't love me neither
@[Haunt]
