[private] If you wake up in a house that's full of smoke // Oriash

[Rhaegor]

He sees her, then. Tope skin, blue leopard print markings. It's not impossible for this stranger to be a part of his family, not considering the breadth of said family these days, yet setting eyes upon her gives pause to Rhaegor. He closes his eyes and tries to remember the last time he saw his mothers and comes up empty. His children and Dawn he sees often. But his other siblings, his triplets. Their memory tastes like the ash that fell on Hyaline the day of the redistribution, of the great exodus from the sanctuarian home he grew up in and fell in love in. Thoughts of Chryseis, thoughts of wintering parties, thoughts of what-ifs and how-comes.

He shakes his head, excuses the thoughts. It feels comfortable to blame them on this apparition of a woman before him. To take responsibility for his decisions and lack thereof? Unthinkable.

I'll just say hello.

And, with those thoughts intruding into the self-made vacuum of his mind, Rhaegor finds himself moving with deft hooves through the rutted brown grass of the meadow. The leaves in the nearby trees compliment the hue of his buckskin hide, as well as that of this tawny stranger, and from a distance, it might seem to any untrained eye that indeed, two siblings happen across each other and move in for a greeting.

In the actual living of the experience, a roiling uncertainty abounds; but, no fear. In the wake of his healing anxieties, only the slight and feeble trill of excitement remains, something like the eagerness and genuine curiosity of his youth.

When his hooves still, having succeeded in their mission of bringing Rhaegor's body closer to the antlered mare (so much like his mother when she cared for Hyaline), the pegasus opens his mouth and stares. An empty hissing sound warbles from his throat and he snaps his mouth shut, tucking his chin as he chastises himself for assuming that he could speak in this woman's presence simply on the pretense of their possible relatedness. Looking up through apologetic lashes, Rhaegor tries again, this time with his mind.

Please excuse the intrusion. My name is Rhaegor. I think we might be siblings.

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@Oriash