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He takes it as quite a promising sign that she doesn’t flee from him. Even after the initial moment of shocked silence, his bright amber eyes trained on her blue ones, he half expects her to turn and flee up the beach; when she doesn’t, the colt relaxes a little, ears pricked forward as he studies her in return. He might be an odd color, but he lives mostly underwater, and he’s a predator. She’s neither, though he supposes as he tracks the length of her wings that the teal-and-white pattern might be quite good camouflage in the sky, amongst the clouds.
“I’m Luath,” he introduces himself in return, giving a little bit of a smile. Physically, he and his sire could not be more different, but his father’s influence makes itself known more in mannerisms and behaviors – most of Brennen’s friends and lovers would have easily said that little half-smile and noncommittal expression was straight off of the bay magician’s face. For Luath, it was more practical than mysterious; keeping his sharp teeth hidden was something he’d learned quite early on. In a world filled with horses, it was safer for him to pass as mostly harmless.
Relatively sure now that he won’t need to escape back into the water to evade some sort of terror-filled attack, the boy trades his strong tail-fin for two quite normal legs, the process eerily smooth: he loses all of his fins, but the scales remain, a protection gifted to him even in this more horselike form. “I live here.” He blinks, considers this statement but in the end does not revise it. Still, he could see that it might cause concern – for the most part, after all, Mother has been cultivating the islands as a haven for mares, so his presence might be a thorn in the side to some…. “Adria is my mom,” he adds in explanation. Surely this is permissible? He is not even two yet, after all, plenty young enough to be living with his mother.
His father, Nihlus, and the twins on an outlying island might be another story entirely, but who is going to tell the water-mage, surrounded by his element, to leave? Probably nobody, so Luthe is pretty confident that his family isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Besides, leaving would mean father would be leaving Luath and Ionia, too, and the colt is sure he doesn’t want to do that. At least, not until he’s convinced Luath is old enough to understand that eating people is bad. Luthe hasn’t ever eaten anybody yet, but sometimes he moves a certain way and Mother still is frightened. Brennen assures him that sometime, he’ll only be frightening when he wants to be. “Do you live here?”
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