12-04-2019, 02:52 PM
The blood marked stallion didn't flaunt the talents he'd been given. He had been born without much of anything to show for the blood he ran in his veins. Not when his twin was a riot of magic and fire. Fire was a thing he had never had much skill with. As he'd grown up, explored and experienced the rawness of the world, things had changed.
Magic had found its way into his body. In quiet ways it had infiltrated him, and he had tried his best to use it wisely. The wisdom had been flawed, however. He had been able to push away reality only for a time before it sliced back into his world and taken away all he loved. The magic had failed him, and he wanted nothing to do with it after that.
He had gotten back a piece of himself in finding Clegane. The boy was a hard reminder of what he'd lost, but one he cherished beyond all else. There was a beauty to the boy, the way he existed like a sapling in the woods, always striving to surpass the days before. While the elder stallion wished he had known the colt from the day he'd been born, it was enough to know him and love him from the day their paths had fated to cross. Now he could watch his son grow from child to adolescent, and hope that he could be a guide worth having.
If his magic was dormant, it was not forgotten. He saw the way the flecks of snow danced on the air, and suspected that he had given more of himself that he'd realized. That was his suspicion, anyway. He nodded in consideration as the winged boy's assessment. There were other possibilities, of course. Ice and snow might be the birthright of his child, but there were other factors might play in.
"That could be. Tell me, was it the snowflakes themselves that moved? Or the air holding them." He posited, letting the idea settle on the snow. At the paint boy's doubt at the use of manipulating snowflakes, a half smile flitted across the stoic stallion's face. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. But many snowflakes makes a blizzard, don't they?" He asked, and the snowflakes spun dizzy in response. They danced and whirled with abandon around the two stallions.
@[Clegane]
Magic had found its way into his body. In quiet ways it had infiltrated him, and he had tried his best to use it wisely. The wisdom had been flawed, however. He had been able to push away reality only for a time before it sliced back into his world and taken away all he loved. The magic had failed him, and he wanted nothing to do with it after that.
He had gotten back a piece of himself in finding Clegane. The boy was a hard reminder of what he'd lost, but one he cherished beyond all else. There was a beauty to the boy, the way he existed like a sapling in the woods, always striving to surpass the days before. While the elder stallion wished he had known the colt from the day he'd been born, it was enough to know him and love him from the day their paths had fated to cross. Now he could watch his son grow from child to adolescent, and hope that he could be a guide worth having.
If his magic was dormant, it was not forgotten. He saw the way the flecks of snow danced on the air, and suspected that he had given more of himself that he'd realized. That was his suspicion, anyway. He nodded in consideration as the winged boy's assessment. There were other possibilities, of course. Ice and snow might be the birthright of his child, but there were other factors might play in.
"That could be. Tell me, was it the snowflakes themselves that moved? Or the air holding them." He posited, letting the idea settle on the snow. At the paint boy's doubt at the use of manipulating snowflakes, a half smile flitted across the stoic stallion's face. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. But many snowflakes makes a blizzard, don't they?" He asked, and the snowflakes spun dizzy in response. They danced and whirled with abandon around the two stallions.
@[Clegane]