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He comes alone, though more often he is not alone. But his twin is not a creature of the water, and he had left the island in the ocean. His mother is a good mother, but sometimes she watches him indulge his more predatory instincts with something that smells faintly of fear – he doesn’t think she quite trusts him to do no harm. His father is not afraid of him – but he also expects him to act ‘civilized’, whatever that means, and those expectations are similarly exhausting.
Luath comes ashore and meanders towards the playground, somewhat irritated that there isn’t a waterway that can get him there. It’s easier, to go from his mother’s home in Ischia to his father’s home in Nerine, where the only challenge is the currents and not getting distracted by how many fish he can gorge himself on between point a and point b. It takes him a moment to find his land-legs, and he’s happy that at least the scales stay in this four-legged form even if he loses his fins and tail. When his balance shifts, he breaks into a trot and follows the path inland.
She catches his eye quickly – or, rather, her companion does, but gold eyes quickly stray to the filly as well. The colt tries a smile, slowing to a walk, but quickly the smile slips from his face because he remembers the unnaturally sharp teeth that line his jaw – frightening her doesn’t seem like a great way to start. “Um, hi, I’m Luath,” He doesn’t realize the teeth are the least of the issue. His mane is tangled into water-knots his eyes are too bright; ‘supernaturally attractive’ doesn’t negate his totally wild look. Even Brennen has stopped trying to keep his youngest son tidy, and just tries to keep him from being completely feral. “You want to, uh, play?”
