
Aodhán
ice and fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
It’s fascination that draws them to each other, curiosity never sated. Though if he’s honest, Aodhán had never considered someone quite so similar to himself (young adult boys, equally curious and both playing with their magic as if it was cold fire) to be interesting, or interested.
Thus, when Pteron comes closer, admires him, Aodhán doesn’t seem to mind, like he wouldn’t with any friend or family member. And, bluntness and a sense of humour not unlike his sire, makes him shrug and smile a bit. ”Just the one talent, really. And I betcha drinking that stuff was a bit of a risk.” An end to his coughing was surely what Eurwen had had in mind, though the side effects of that much magic was something neither could have foreseen.
”I haven’t, really.” With that realisation comes a grimace. ”I might be better off without them….” Or maybe he should try as a much smaller animal, like a swallow. But then what the other guy says to him hits home, and Pteron gets a curious green look thrown his way. But the dun already laughs at himself, and it takes just a moment for the spotted stallion to grin as well. ”Oh. Right.” he agrees near-mockingly, as one would with a good friend, even though they've only known each other for the day now.
Thus, when Pteron comes closer, admires him, Aodhán doesn’t seem to mind, like he wouldn’t with any friend or family member. And, bluntness and a sense of humour not unlike his sire, makes him shrug and smile a bit. ”Just the one talent, really. And I betcha drinking that stuff was a bit of a risk.” An end to his coughing was surely what Eurwen had had in mind, though the side effects of that much magic was something neither could have foreseen.
”I haven’t, really.” With that realisation comes a grimace. ”I might be better off without them….” Or maybe he should try as a much smaller animal, like a swallow. But then what the other guy says to him hits home, and Pteron gets a curious green look thrown his way. But the dun already laughs at himself, and it takes just a moment for the spotted stallion to grin as well. ”Oh. Right.” he agrees near-mockingly, as one would with a good friend, even though they've only known each other for the day now.
