04-09-2016, 08:25 AM
The feel of her mother's wings draping her in a hug feels simply wonderful, and so Kabechet reciprocates, folding her multi-hued feathers about Yael in turn. The red dun is glad to be home, even if it turns out to be for only a short while before her restless wings carry her off once again. It seems that the newborn, Qatar, is not asleep after all; or perhaps his slumber had been cut short, very short indeed. She watches as he investigates the kitten tucked up next to him, watches how it grumbles at being disturbed, chuckles over its spitfire antics. Little brother was going to have his hooves full with that feline.....had Mother given it to him as she had once given those foxes to Munroe? Yael was a generous soul indeed. The baby desert cat would help him through his life, even if it seemed to be rather feisty.
The young mare impishly wonders where her own little animal companion was, since Yael seemed to hand them out like candy, but keeps the jest purely to herself. The little colt begins to cry, and Kabe is about to try and help offer comfort to him, but by then a stallion has joined them. He is dark, dragonwinged, and fearsome of visage, and she knows who he is. Vanquish, the desert king and her mother's lover. There had been tales of him, how he slept beneath the desert sands until the previous desert queen had chosen to swap places with him. She had never known him growing up, never learned to regard him as a father figure. Thus, when he arrives and focuses his attention upon the golden mare and their son, she takes several steps backwards. Trying but failing to not feel at least a bit frightened in the dragon king's presence, she moves back against the wall of red rocks, as if attempting to blend in with them.
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