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They’re a family of water creatures. Once, his father had been an ice-creature, but Brennen’s world had thawed when Beqanna changed, that thaw finalized when he was granted the water magic. And mother was a water creature too, though admittedly she and his sisters were nothing like Luath. The yearling has been trying to get close to his newest siblings now for days, swimming closer and closer to the satellite island where father had set up his new lover and the twins he’d borne, but it was just so cold. Father had explained something about Nihlus missing some Tundra, but Luthe didn’t really understand. He just knew he preferred the warmer waters closer to the big island. So he doesn’t know if either of the new babies are anything like him.
Waves froth around him as he surfaces briefly, though he doesn’t take note of the bird overheard, but then the brightly colored colt is diving again, coasting along the bottom of the sea and snapping up some of his favorite fishy delicacies. It’s easier to hunt here, in the deep water; people tend to get squeamish when he hunts on land, when he looks like just another herbivore if he keeps his mouth closed firmly on a mouthful of sharp teeth. His tummy is pleasantly full when he surfaces again, spotting the vague outline of a horse and the fuzzy shape of legs through the water long before he reaches air. It’s not a familiar face that clarifies into sharp lines as he pops out of the water: his equine-shaped head and wild tangled mane first, propped on a scaled neck.
He doesn’t emerge onto the beach entirely, his strong fish-tail still underwater. He just blinks at the stranger from curious amber eyes as she, surely, stares back at him. Father has warned him not to rush meetings with strangers, because being supernaturally pretty (well, cute, still, at this age) doesn’t stop most of them from seeing how dangerous he could be. “Hello,” he offers after a moment.
@[Vita]