Aten braces himself when the filly curls her front legs up and places them against his side so she could stand on her hind legs to look at Turul. He watched the falcon and filly with warmth and happiness in his eyes, glad that the little one seemed to be opening up at least around one of them. He had seen the nervousness in her eyes when he first walked up, and he didn't blame her. He often found that foals were quite intimidated by his size, which was understandable.
He'd hardly met any horse that was taller than him naturally.
Turul examined the filly curiously as she dropped down onto her knees to look him at eye level, the bird of prey preening a feather before meeting her eyes again. Turul knew that he couldn't communicate with her the same way he could with Aten. He learned this fairly quickly following their connection. Luckily, there was another who at least could figure out his message; Lethia, who had raced off to Nerine to inform Heartfire of Wolfbane and Lepis' arrival, all without a verbal word exchanged between the mare and the falcon.
Turul had gained respect for her in response, and would always help her in times of need.
The filly asked Lethia a question that Turul of course couldn't answer, but he turned to the mare curiously to see what she had to say. Given his connection with Aten, Turul could understand some speech of other horses, but he could not communicate back with them unless Aten was serving as the middle man.
Aten, meanwhile, smiled at Lethia's hurry to get the foal out of her belly. Clearly, she was excited to see the little one, especially if it meant losing the excess weight. No doubt it felt like a ton of rocks had been strapped to her belly, weighing her back down. Aten couldn't imagine how worn out that might make her feel.
He could see that Lethia was slightly anxious, and knew why. However, he would not verbally say it; she didn't need a reminder. Instead, Aten stepped closer to her and nuzzled the crest of her neck and along her shoulder, "Do not worry. I am sure that you will do wonderful raising this foal. You are strong; you have nothing to worry -" Those words started to sound false on his tongue. Aten knew things could go wrong when delivering a foal.
"You have all the support you need," he assured her.
Lethia's attention was pulled to Popinjay asking if she could be Turul's friend, which painted another smile on Aten's face. Lethia explained, in short, the bond that Aten and Turul shared, and the stallion would be more than happy to ask.
Looking to his friend, the falcon and stallion exchanged a short conversation before Aten spoke directly to Popinjay for the first time.
"Turul says that he would very much like to be friends with you."
To emphasize this point, the falcon hopped on the ground closer to the filly, flapping his wings once and letting out a soft caw to grab her attention. Aten chuckled before informing Popinjay, "He says he would like to play with you, if you want to."
For all his maturity and occasional wise words, Turul was still a foal at heart.
The falcon flapped his wings to take off and circled above the filly a few times, hovering in place and motioning with his head to follow before he turned and flew a few yards away, encouraging her to give chase.
@[Popinjay] @[Izora Lethia]
He'd hardly met any horse that was taller than him naturally.
Turul examined the filly curiously as she dropped down onto her knees to look him at eye level, the bird of prey preening a feather before meeting her eyes again. Turul knew that he couldn't communicate with her the same way he could with Aten. He learned this fairly quickly following their connection. Luckily, there was another who at least could figure out his message; Lethia, who had raced off to Nerine to inform Heartfire of Wolfbane and Lepis' arrival, all without a verbal word exchanged between the mare and the falcon.
Turul had gained respect for her in response, and would always help her in times of need.
The filly asked Lethia a question that Turul of course couldn't answer, but he turned to the mare curiously to see what she had to say. Given his connection with Aten, Turul could understand some speech of other horses, but he could not communicate back with them unless Aten was serving as the middle man.
Aten, meanwhile, smiled at Lethia's hurry to get the foal out of her belly. Clearly, she was excited to see the little one, especially if it meant losing the excess weight. No doubt it felt like a ton of rocks had been strapped to her belly, weighing her back down. Aten couldn't imagine how worn out that might make her feel.
He could see that Lethia was slightly anxious, and knew why. However, he would not verbally say it; she didn't need a reminder. Instead, Aten stepped closer to her and nuzzled the crest of her neck and along her shoulder, "Do not worry. I am sure that you will do wonderful raising this foal. You are strong; you have nothing to worry -" Those words started to sound false on his tongue. Aten knew things could go wrong when delivering a foal.
"You have all the support you need," he assured her.
Lethia's attention was pulled to Popinjay asking if she could be Turul's friend, which painted another smile on Aten's face. Lethia explained, in short, the bond that Aten and Turul shared, and the stallion would be more than happy to ask.
Looking to his friend, the falcon and stallion exchanged a short conversation before Aten spoke directly to Popinjay for the first time.
"Turul says that he would very much like to be friends with you."
To emphasize this point, the falcon hopped on the ground closer to the filly, flapping his wings once and letting out a soft caw to grab her attention. Aten chuckled before informing Popinjay, "He says he would like to play with you, if you want to."
For all his maturity and occasional wise words, Turul was still a foal at heart.
The falcon flapped his wings to take off and circled above the filly a few times, hovering in place and motioning with his head to follow before he turned and flew a few yards away, encouraging her to give chase.
@[Popinjay] @[Izora Lethia]