02-02-2021, 08:12 PM
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Hoofsteps, yes. The sound of many where usually there was only one.
Gale, who at any moment might turn to look at the approach of his triplet, might be surprised to see that his usually isolated sister wasn’t alone. Small and made up of more feathers than anything else, Eyas was unusually stoic and characteristically stone faced as she made her way towards the chief of this island, little ones in tow. If Gale had wondered at her absence (she doubted it; he wondered about many things but that question was always so easily answered,) well now he knew the proof of it.
Twins. Twin foals, barely the faintest hint of light playing over their skin as they followed their mother across the black sand shores towards their uncle who stood waiting. A filly and a colt, strapping little things despite how malnourished their mother had been before the pregnancy became obvious, one more feral-looking than the other but still no less dangerous than her elder brother.
Their mother adored them, and they clung to her sides before ducking underneath the cover of her white-tipped wings when at last she stopped to address her kin.
“Did you need something?” Eyas asked sharply, implying that her immediate bodily presence was currently tied up elsewhere. Even less than being summoned, she detested the way Gale hadn’t looked for her first. He’d only called and waited, like an engorged boar after the rut.
The filly underneath her right wing shuffled closer, pressing her head into the warm curve of Eyas’ girth with acute shyness. It was unlike their mother to be so… callous. Eyas herself had forgotten, wrapped up as she was in her little bubble of darkness with their draconic sire on standby. Their little unit kept to the swamps and marshy glades, venturing out to sea when Satana’s bestial nature demanded it. For their children’s sake, Eyas went along to see them properly trained for the hunt. Otherwise, she entertained her children with arcane knowledge, hoping that she could pass onto them what she’d failed to encourage in Narcisus.
She sighed, loosening her tight jaw and relaxing for the sake of appearances.
Gale, who at any moment might turn to look at the approach of his triplet, might be surprised to see that his usually isolated sister wasn’t alone. Small and made up of more feathers than anything else, Eyas was unusually stoic and characteristically stone faced as she made her way towards the chief of this island, little ones in tow. If Gale had wondered at her absence (she doubted it; he wondered about many things but that question was always so easily answered,) well now he knew the proof of it.
Twins. Twin foals, barely the faintest hint of light playing over their skin as they followed their mother across the black sand shores towards their uncle who stood waiting. A filly and a colt, strapping little things despite how malnourished their mother had been before the pregnancy became obvious, one more feral-looking than the other but still no less dangerous than her elder brother.
Their mother adored them, and they clung to her sides before ducking underneath the cover of her white-tipped wings when at last she stopped to address her kin.
“Did you need something?” Eyas asked sharply, implying that her immediate bodily presence was currently tied up elsewhere. Even less than being summoned, she detested the way Gale hadn’t looked for her first. He’d only called and waited, like an engorged boar after the rut.
The filly underneath her right wing shuffled closer, pressing her head into the warm curve of Eyas’ girth with acute shyness. It was unlike their mother to be so… callous. Eyas herself had forgotten, wrapped up as she was in her little bubble of darkness with their draconic sire on standby. Their little unit kept to the swamps and marshy glades, venturing out to sea when Satana’s bestial nature demanded it. For their children’s sake, Eyas went along to see them properly trained for the hunt. Otherwise, she entertained her children with arcane knowledge, hoping that she could pass onto them what she’d failed to encourage in Narcisus.
She sighed, loosening her tight jaw and relaxing for the sake of appearances.
Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above
@[Gale]
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