Riptide Isles
07-20-2017, 03:00 PM
The colt’s attention still hangs on the conversation indecisive as to which side he should choose. Especially as the mare barks back. She shouldn’t talk to Da that way. His Da may be…harsh, but the gold usually knew so much, and- the great tales his parents told (totally without embellishments) rolled in his mind. Torn, the colt was glad to hear his father ready to lea- THUM The colt’s whole body tenses. Sea eyes look up to his Da, to the mare, then back. Both were looking about and tense. Haldir even, the colt sees, moves closer to the group. The harks of the child fall, and his heart starts to beat faster in his chest.
The noise sounds again, and this time Da bumps into the colt’s hip. The sea eyes, with the center white line already trembling, look up. “Da…” But the golden is distracted already looking around. The colt tucks in closer, ever aware of the flames on his back, but feeling fear creep up his skin, digging its claws into the back of his neck. Then his Da turns on him. The colt’s jaw drops. No. His spins around to face the gold as whatever it was made another noise closer. But the colt’s not thinking just of the coming thing anymore. Da wanted him to- “I won’t go.” Not with her. Not to run and hide. Da had told him all those tales of his courage, of bravery. He was fine. He was still standing here. So the colt would be fine. He wouldn’t leave his Da for some strange, especially not when he might be able to have a story of his own to tell.
The crowned head reaches down and shoves the colt, he noted it was careful to avoid the feathers. The babe stumbles a few steps, but they’re instantly retaken without even a look to the mare. “No.” The colt’s voice was not shaky and fearful, though his heart beat that way. Instead it was firm and solid, some inner resilience and stubbornness coming through. “I won’t.”leave you.
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@Bathsheba
The noise sounds again, and this time Da bumps into the colt’s hip. The sea eyes, with the center white line already trembling, look up. “Da…” But the golden is distracted already looking around. The colt tucks in closer, ever aware of the flames on his back, but feeling fear creep up his skin, digging its claws into the back of his neck. Then his Da turns on him. The colt’s jaw drops. No. His spins around to face the gold as whatever it was made another noise closer. But the colt’s not thinking just of the coming thing anymore. Da wanted him to- “I won’t go.” Not with her. Not to run and hide. Da had told him all those tales of his courage, of bravery. He was fine. He was still standing here. So the colt would be fine. He wouldn’t leave his Da for some strange, especially not when he might be able to have a story of his own to tell.
The crowned head reaches down and shoves the colt, he noted it was careful to avoid the feathers. The babe stumbles a few steps, but they’re instantly retaken without even a look to the mare. “No.” The colt’s voice was not shaky and fearful, though his heart beat that way. Instead it was firm and solid, some inner resilience and stubbornness coming through. “I won’t.”leave you.
OOC::
@Bathsheba
