Awash in the same excitement he had only felt two times before, the gilded Primarch of Hyaline has rarely ventured outside of his home in these last few weeks. Not when Jah-Lilah is heavy with his baby, her red belly threatening each day to burst with the life they have produced within it. Instead, he patrols when he becomes restless and dotes when the red wytch will allow him ─ fatherhood suits the dragonhide stallion in a way that he had never expected it would, considering the events of his own.
Today, the restlessness has struck again, and Jah-Lilah has taken to napping in her den. And so he roams. Away from the crystal clear lake and up into the foothills of the mountains, the akhal-teke stallion lopes leisurely through familiar ground with fluttering nostrils and alert ears. His has held the crown of Hyaline again for nearly a year now and never has he seen the sanctuary territory so empty, but both Kensa and Jah-Lilah have consoled him when he voices this concern ─ the plague, they say. It will pass.
Nevertheless, his next sigh is strung thin with melancholy at the thought. He chews the inside of his mouth but attempts to turn his thoughts elsewhere, and thankfully for the dragonhide stallion, a distraction has made her way across the borders of his home.
A flicker of movement to his right catches Amet's attention and his canter slows almost immediately to a stop. With his narrow head raised, he changes direction and begins towards the area where he had seen the movement before it begins to flash again. Reminiscent of Kagerus and Solace, it would appear, the stallion squints his molten amber eyes in confusion and continues to move closer until finally a smaller figure reveals herself from behind intertwined boughs and naked branches.
She is painted with accents of blue, and Amet instantly knows her heritage. A daughter of Solace and Kagerus, she seems much too small to have made her way here on her own.
But hadn't he just seen her mothers?
Looking quickly around the immediate vicinity, Amet purses his lips at the absence of the two women. Neither their bodies or even a hint of their scent are present. Turning his gaze back to the young pegasus filly, he nickers gently to her, trying not to let the concern show on his golden face. "Hi there, sweet one," he greets her awkwardly, unsure of how to approach the situation, "Are your mothers here with you today?"
─ don't get cut on my edges
@[Oriash] ♥