Valek is a boy setting up a fortress from which he will chase away any interlopers. He is the champion of this bit of shade, the master of everything he can reach in 10 or so long strides. The day is growing hot, and without knowing it he has secured a prize bit of real estate in the vast meadow. Like a flashing lure he draws attention, but he is already so solidly built and full of the willful piss and vinegar of colts that no one approaches except for one young viper.
She is striking without being an incredibly beauty, but then he is well accustomed to beauty and it takes more than loveliness to beguile him for even a moment. In this he is like his mother. Danger draws his attention far more readily than sweetness or virtue. He’d been conceived thanks to that very risky personality quirk after all.
His golden legs shift (he never quite gives up motion) and his rich eyes track the scaled the girl. He does not step over the invisible boundary of his kingdom though his dun-barred ears shift infinitesimally to scoop up every note of her words. He envies her needle sharp teeth without knowing why, having no knowledge of his dormant kelpie genes. “Yes. This tree and all its shade are mine now. You can come in, if you want to be the Queen.” A smile, rakish and friendly appears on is own lips briefly and then he waits to see just what she will say. He has a few sisters and a mother, none of them lambs, and so he is prepared to be rebuffed.
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