08-05-2019, 10:36 PM
The warm summer sun provided the perfect grazing weather for the residents of Taiga, the kingdom's main meadow now a brilliant lush green and lined up until the trees that signaled the beginning of the forest and all the way to the different borders. Aten was content to relax in the meadow that day, grazing and enjoying the quiet that Taiga offered when it's residents weren't hustling and bustling with whatever duties they had to attend to.
Aten himself had quite an important job, and did not yet know if he would have to share it at some point. Nothing would surprise him; Wolfbane and Lepis had just marched in to take his throne. What was stopping them from going back on their word? It certainly wasn't honor, Aten figured that much.
The golden stallion had patiently waited throughout the winter for orders from Wolfbane and Lepis, but didn't receive any news whatsoever. So, instead, he cherished the time he could spend with Lethia, Owin, and Popinjay. He'd grown rather fond of the foals already, despite his unrelated blood. Popinjay's spontaneous ways had him refreshed and excited about life in ways he hadn't since he was a foal. The stallion was still serious most of the time, but around the trio of horses he cared for, he found he could be more... carefree, relaxed even.
Owin, still a newborn practically, had yet to show a lot of colors like the filly did, but Aten could already tell he would grow into a fine stallion when he was older. Surely he would make his dam proud, and perhaps Aten himself if the colt began to think of Aten as a parental figure in his life.
Lepis and Wolfbane had seemed preoccupied with their own familial matters, which would explain why the golden stallion hadn't received orders. He knew that Lepis had birthed a filly, and had spent a week recovering after the birth thanks to Turul's eyes in the sky. He had instructed the falcon to watch from a distance, not prying on the business of the mare and stallion, but simply to gather enough information to answer Aten's questions. At least, the ones he figured wouldn't land him in trouble.
Hence the distance part. He doubted Wolfbane and Lewis would ever grow to trust him in any amount of he had Turul spying to the point that he could hear every word. Of course, that instruction could change, but only if Aten felt the need. Until then, the stallion was content to ask his friend to watch from afar in case things turned sour.
The stallion was grazing in the open when he heard Lepis' call, his ears turning in her direction. For a moment, Aten didn't move, grazing for a few more bites of grass to satisfy the last of the gnawing in his belly. Only then did he lift his head to see if he could spy the winged mare, and managed to, several yards away. Her wings were splayed out in a light fashion, but she did not show any signs of anxiety or command. The summoning call had felt quite relaxed, so Aten had reason to believe that her business here was not urgent.
Reaching out to Turul and asking his friend to keep an eye on Lethia, who he knew was in the area with Owin and Popinjay, the stallion walked over to meet Lepis. He nodded his head in greeting; he'd grown past his distaste enough that he could now show civil behavior to the mare and her mate without a hidden angry look in his eye.
The mare's own were bright as Aten spoke, "Lepis. Turul tells me you had a successful foaling. My congratulations to you and Wolfbane." The stallion didn't find any point in lying, especially if the two had seen the falcon watching them from the trees. He knew how to hide, but Aten didn't know all the gifts Wolfbane and Lepis possessed.
"I take it now that winter has ended and your foal has hit the ground, you wished to speak with me about the matter we discussed during the kingdom meeting?"
@[Lepis]
Aten himself had quite an important job, and did not yet know if he would have to share it at some point. Nothing would surprise him; Wolfbane and Lepis had just marched in to take his throne. What was stopping them from going back on their word? It certainly wasn't honor, Aten figured that much.
The golden stallion had patiently waited throughout the winter for orders from Wolfbane and Lepis, but didn't receive any news whatsoever. So, instead, he cherished the time he could spend with Lethia, Owin, and Popinjay. He'd grown rather fond of the foals already, despite his unrelated blood. Popinjay's spontaneous ways had him refreshed and excited about life in ways he hadn't since he was a foal. The stallion was still serious most of the time, but around the trio of horses he cared for, he found he could be more... carefree, relaxed even.
Owin, still a newborn practically, had yet to show a lot of colors like the filly did, but Aten could already tell he would grow into a fine stallion when he was older. Surely he would make his dam proud, and perhaps Aten himself if the colt began to think of Aten as a parental figure in his life.
Lepis and Wolfbane had seemed preoccupied with their own familial matters, which would explain why the golden stallion hadn't received orders. He knew that Lepis had birthed a filly, and had spent a week recovering after the birth thanks to Turul's eyes in the sky. He had instructed the falcon to watch from a distance, not prying on the business of the mare and stallion, but simply to gather enough information to answer Aten's questions. At least, the ones he figured wouldn't land him in trouble.
Hence the distance part. He doubted Wolfbane and Lewis would ever grow to trust him in any amount of he had Turul spying to the point that he could hear every word. Of course, that instruction could change, but only if Aten felt the need. Until then, the stallion was content to ask his friend to watch from afar in case things turned sour.
The stallion was grazing in the open when he heard Lepis' call, his ears turning in her direction. For a moment, Aten didn't move, grazing for a few more bites of grass to satisfy the last of the gnawing in his belly. Only then did he lift his head to see if he could spy the winged mare, and managed to, several yards away. Her wings were splayed out in a light fashion, but she did not show any signs of anxiety or command. The summoning call had felt quite relaxed, so Aten had reason to believe that her business here was not urgent.
Reaching out to Turul and asking his friend to keep an eye on Lethia, who he knew was in the area with Owin and Popinjay, the stallion walked over to meet Lepis. He nodded his head in greeting; he'd grown past his distaste enough that he could now show civil behavior to the mare and her mate without a hidden angry look in his eye.
The mare's own were bright as Aten spoke, "Lepis. Turul tells me you had a successful foaling. My congratulations to you and Wolfbane." The stallion didn't find any point in lying, especially if the two had seen the falcon watching them from the trees. He knew how to hide, but Aten didn't know all the gifts Wolfbane and Lepis possessed.
"I take it now that winter has ended and your foal has hit the ground, you wished to speak with me about the matter we discussed during the kingdom meeting?"
@[Lepis]