T a m l i n
The migration away from the only home he had ever known was not going to be an easy one but it was an easy decision to make a tleast - Tamlin would stick close to his family. Both of his families - as he wonders whether Winslow will stay here once their foal arrives. They could find a quiet spot just for the three of them (or six of them, Tamlin remains unconvinced that having just one baby is more than a fluke - like poor Azure, Fawne, and Leandre).
But this place, with the sun glinting on the ocean, wasn’t awful. Maybe he’d finally grow in a winter coat next year - he’s always wondered what he’d look like with fluff. This idea brightens Tamlin’s mood and his views on the whole move and makes it a little easier to focus.
Tamlin’s warm brown eyes scan the landscape that he can see from the rise they’ve paused on. His usual dazzling grin is already shining when he glances over to the dappled stallion. “I don’t know dad, do you think it’s big enough?”
A good-natured laugh escapes him at his own joke before he calms again, ruffling the feathers of his wings. It doesn’t take very long for his mind to begin to wander - and he finds that he misses Winslow, even though it hasn't been long since he was last at her side. The idea of being a dad himself remains too large of an idea for his mind to fully wrap around, even though he had a few nieces and nephews by now and had delighted in meeting all of them.
“Were you nervous when mom was first expecting?” He finally blurts out, wondering if his siblings have asked similar questions before their first children. Their parents were, after all, experts on the subject. Just look at how great Tamlin had turned out!
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