the Ocean has its silent caves, deep, quiet, and alone;
though there be fury on the waves, beneath them there is none.
There are shadows on the surface of the ocean. The young stall looks up at them from his position in the depths of the water, counting ripples and shadow density. He feels oddly predatory, as if he could surge upwards and snatch an unsuspecting strange back down to the depths of the water, turning the crystalline blues into muddy reds and browns. He’s hunted before, but only things like rabbits and unsuspecting birds. Mother hadn’t particularly approved, but then, she hadn’t been the most attentive parent.
Casimir is half braced to emerge and hunt one of the equids above the water when he vaguely remembers his family lives here – and he’s probably not supposed to eat them. Or at least he’s not supposed to want to. Instead he creeps forward and upward across the sand and studies them as they become clearer. It’s three – a mare and two smaller figures. A pegasus mare, a boy his age, and a younger pegasus boy. They certainly share similar coloring to him, though the boys have striking gold visible even though he hasn’t risen from the water.
But then the older of the colts steps into the water, away from the other two, and defensive instinct kicks in. Cas lunges out of the water, sharp teeth bared, half-feral hazel eyes more than a little afraid. He closes his teeth on air, a mere warning rather than an attack, and skitters sideways across the sand, still watching them. They’re obviously related to him, all the roan and blue and such. He’s breathing heavily, nostrils flared, but he turns to face Carwyn squarely. “You’re my sister,” he tastes the words, eyes flicking to the wingless boy. “You’re my brother.” And his nephew but hey, who’s keeping track?
@[Carwyn] & Co.