Valek is rolled onto his back and letting his golden limbs kick into the air when a girl’s laughter makes him freeze. Turning his bright face toward the sound he looks for the source before dropping his legs in the same direction and standing up in the bed of broken flowers. “They aren’t all ruined.” He says upon standing, golden sides stained in smears of green and black mane and tail full of petals, leaves, and pollen. At his feet the bruised and broken flowers lie in lovely misery, exploded and smashed in equal measure.
In looking upon the destruction he has wrought Valek feels an amused pride undercut by a pang of regret that ebbs away as the moment wears on. It is strange to enjoy something and therefore want to destroy it. Is he the only one that feels like this? Not for the first time he feels something just a little out of place about his own behavior. His mother has told him he is a sea monster’s son, but little else… sometimes, these times, he wonders.
“They were beautiful and I just couldn’t help myself.” A perplexed wrinkle dips briefly into the young stallion’s brow and when he speaks again his voice is curiously confused. “Doesn’t that ever happen to you?” Valek looks away from the piebald filly and back at the remainder of the asters, their purple starbursts weaving in the sparse breeze, watching the destructive youth warily with their golden centers. Heartening, Valek turns to face the amused girl, the asters a periwinkle sea of temptation beside him. The bay is conspiratorial when he meets her lovely eyes and asks, “Do you want to try it?”
@[Aislyn]