05-18-2019, 07:40 AM
At the sound of light steps, Pteron glances up with a frown. He had told his siblings not to follow him but it sounds as though they hadn’t listened. This doesn't surprise him – they rarely listen – but it does throw a wrench in his plans for the afternoon.
But the girl he scowls at from over his white shoulder is neither of his sisters, and the crease between his brows curves to something much less off-putting and far more curious. Pteron knows who she is despite having never seen her; Castile had stolen away a noble girl from the Silver Cove and this is surely her. Her golden coat and blue markings obscure much of the resemblance, but Pteron has seen a pair of antlers like that only once before, on a young stallion that he is certain must be her brother. Hers are smaller than Aegean’s had been, and the dun colt wonders how the amethyst-eyed boy’s might have grown since their last meeting. Aegean had been sure they’d rival his mother’s one day; perhaps this girl’s will as well.
“You’re the girl from the Silver Cove.” He says in greeting, with certainty in his voice at first, followed by a question “Oriash?”
By now he has turned about, his afternoon quest tabled for a moment. Halfway through an effort to turn his wings invisible, he stands looking somewhat lopsided – one blue and gold wing tucked to his side, and the other a feathered joint that fades into visual noise that only vaguely resembles a wing. He’s been trying to turns parts of himself invisible for a few days now, and had been relsihing this chance away from his siblings and duties to make a concentrated effort. Yet he finds that he does not mind being distracted by this not-quite- a-stranger, if only because he is curious.
“I’m Pteron,” he adds after a moment, just as a nearby deer disappears. Pteron startles, his posture straightening as his olive eyes seek out the deer that is suddenly nowhere to be found. “Did you see that?” he asks, uncertain if he should be concerned. Castile had not mentioned wildlife might be a threat, but surely father would have told him if there were other invisible creatures in Loess. “That deer just...vanished.”
@[Oriash]
But the girl he scowls at from over his white shoulder is neither of his sisters, and the crease between his brows curves to something much less off-putting and far more curious. Pteron knows who she is despite having never seen her; Castile had stolen away a noble girl from the Silver Cove and this is surely her. Her golden coat and blue markings obscure much of the resemblance, but Pteron has seen a pair of antlers like that only once before, on a young stallion that he is certain must be her brother. Hers are smaller than Aegean’s had been, and the dun colt wonders how the amethyst-eyed boy’s might have grown since their last meeting. Aegean had been sure they’d rival his mother’s one day; perhaps this girl’s will as well.
“You’re the girl from the Silver Cove.” He says in greeting, with certainty in his voice at first, followed by a question “Oriash?”
By now he has turned about, his afternoon quest tabled for a moment. Halfway through an effort to turn his wings invisible, he stands looking somewhat lopsided – one blue and gold wing tucked to his side, and the other a feathered joint that fades into visual noise that only vaguely resembles a wing. He’s been trying to turns parts of himself invisible for a few days now, and had been relsihing this chance away from his siblings and duties to make a concentrated effort. Yet he finds that he does not mind being distracted by this not-quite- a-stranger, if only because he is curious.
“I’m Pteron,” he adds after a moment, just as a nearby deer disappears. Pteron startles, his posture straightening as his olive eyes seek out the deer that is suddenly nowhere to be found. “Did you see that?” he asks, uncertain if he should be concerned. Castile had not mentioned wildlife might be a threat, but surely father would have told him if there were other invisible creatures in Loess. “That deer just...vanished.”
@[Oriash]