08-22-2020, 03:25 PM
Lilli's boy was growing - almost anxiously so, Leilan might say. He's eager, sometimes too much; to learn, to explore, to graze where no permission was given. They never really met anyone to chase them out though, especially not in the Pampas, or in any of the Northern territories. The Isle was growing back some of it's grasses too - slowly, and the forest was still just a collection of black, burnt sticks - so that red and green mosses were getting some company and the place might actually look liveable again.
If you looked closely, that is.
A sigh escapes the ice-scaled stallion as he takes in the icy plains. Well, it's icy at least, and that's something. No more soot, not after the almost three years it had been now. Far too long to live with an empty stomach; but Leilan didn't have it so hard as, say, Beryl at the time (not that she was around any more), or any of the grass-eating boys who were visiting.
Nashua was perhaps an exception, as he had a similar wanderlust and his wings carried him around easily. It was hard to track him down sometimes, even with his own wings perfectly capable of carrying him around the Isle and the nearby seas and lands; so now, when Leilan caught scent of the young adult, he'd better make use of his presence today.
A quick trot is followed by a summons of sorts, so perhaps the kid stays still for long enough to be greeted. The silver roan grins a bit with the idea, knowing full well how he would feel if someone more experienced would call on him at that age. Nevertheless he does it - and purposefully so - and nears the chestnut mare's son with a sparkle to his eye. "So, Nash, what are you up to today?" he wishes to know - and, perhaps, if he's not allowed to join in on mischievous boyish stuff (of course he isn't, but he isn't going to let that stop him either), perhaps something more useful could be done then. A piece of advice, sure, if it's the right topic, or some practice brawl or tips might be useful.
After all, he has plenty enough initiative already, that he doesn't need encouragement to roam the rest of the world.
If you looked closely, that is.
A sigh escapes the ice-scaled stallion as he takes in the icy plains. Well, it's icy at least, and that's something. No more soot, not after the almost three years it had been now. Far too long to live with an empty stomach; but Leilan didn't have it so hard as, say, Beryl at the time (not that she was around any more), or any of the grass-eating boys who were visiting.
Nashua was perhaps an exception, as he had a similar wanderlust and his wings carried him around easily. It was hard to track him down sometimes, even with his own wings perfectly capable of carrying him around the Isle and the nearby seas and lands; so now, when Leilan caught scent of the young adult, he'd better make use of his presence today.
A quick trot is followed by a summons of sorts, so perhaps the kid stays still for long enough to be greeted. The silver roan grins a bit with the idea, knowing full well how he would feel if someone more experienced would call on him at that age. Nevertheless he does it - and purposefully so - and nears the chestnut mare's son with a sparkle to his eye. "So, Nash, what are you up to today?" he wishes to know - and, perhaps, if he's not allowed to join in on mischievous boyish stuff (of course he isn't, but he isn't going to let that stop him either), perhaps something more useful could be done then. A piece of advice, sure, if it's the right topic, or some practice brawl or tips might be useful.
After all, he has plenty enough initiative already, that he doesn't need encouragement to roam the rest of the world.
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Nashua]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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