Even though Runa glows, Nemeon has grown so accustomed to it that he has forgotten entirely the way his twin breaks up the night for him. So when he sees the light tonight he freezes for a moment - thinking the sun has come early. He has never seen it, his eyes turning to stone just whenever it crests the horizon. He’s often thought of venturing to the easternmost part of this continent to see if he can spy the rays of light just for a fraction of a second before everything grows still. But like most plans, this is something that the young colt has not gotten around to.
He’s captivated by the halo that he sees, once he realizes that it is not the sun. It draws him in, and he soon discovers it is crowning a filly his age.
Nemeon does not draw very near, mindful of the way that plants wilt around him when he lingers in one place too long. He has not discovered yet that he can have a similar effect on other horses, but he worries about it - enough that it trumps his desire to drift even closer to the source of the light. He is close enough to speak, anyway, and that is good enough.
Of course, he cannot know that this is an aunt of his, but that wouldn't change the question that comes to his mind - the one he has to ask. His golden eyes are fixed on the halo, not thinking at all about how this might be rude and in conflict with his attempts to politely keep his radioactive blood to himself.
“Is that sunlight?” Comes his quiet, hopelessly naive voice. He is a boy who only knows a dark, quiet world, illuminated by silver moonlight and little else.
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