A Flame in the Dark

 
If the dear pale colt had known just how much was below the service in the relationships of Rexanna and his mother and father he perhaps would have given his reaction a rethink. If he had known how close this mare was to his Da beyond just a ‘I do know him.” (sounding like a yes we saw each other in the forest in passing one day). The closeness. The mutual protection, and at least on his father’s side, the lingering feelings of more. If had known how much of a sisterly bond she felt with his mother. Of the jealousy, the tension. If he had known all these things me might have found something deeper to connect to this gold mare before him. Something he could feel solid in, lean on, as his mind continued to whirl so fast upon what felt like a lonely and high pedestal. But he did not. So was left with seeing her as a connection, but little more.

The introductions continue on, and the pale colt is delighted to see what he thought was an accessory was actually a companion. His father’s stag Haldir had always brought the youth a comfort, and he was glad to see another, even if it wasn’t his. After his shiver the colt, to his credit, does try to regain some control over himself. Perhaps he’d gotten too excited over hearing Rexanna knew of his parents, and let his guard slip. Looking to the blue stripped stag it was clear there was no recognition there, which was fine by the colt, but it meant his conversation with the gold mare would have to wait. Perhaps it was for the best, given how it seemed to carry him away.

The pale child nods in his welcoming, and does not volunteer it was his second venture here. Reining back in meant not becoming the babbling babe. Besides when he had come here before it was the rainy season, and not at all cold. This was still quite new. So he holds his tongue and listens, which, was much more difficult in this company than he wished.

What he learns of the mare was rather interesting. Some pieces of puzzles he stores for later. What he did know though is she’d been here since the coming of Helovians, and knew his mother. If anyone knew if his Ma was close about she would. Yet, he was reluctant to seem like such a lost orphan before others. There was a weakness in the admission, something vulnerable, and the colt was set against it. He’d been such before. A frail lost child, and he wanted never to be again. Or at least, never to let it show. Besides many youths his age were out beginning to conqueror worlds, fighting demons and demanding titles. He would not be left behind (or have any weakness, especially firey ones show).

Flames at his back licked the feathers and given his rising awareness and tension as he brought himself together, swept out more over his back. Their heat threatens to send more shivers down his spine, but the youth holds himself together more now. So instead he nods as the blue stripped gains the name Rixen.

Then Rexanna asks another question, one that interests the young colt greatly. Any gatherings? Herds… His interest was sparked by (for him in his life) the notions rarity. He’d heard enough of the great workings of the Aurora Basin, the might of the legacy of Gaucho and the Throat, and the havens of the mists in World’s Edge, and the seemingly ever doomed Falls. But for the small colt, there had never been such a home in his life. When he was born the Edge had fallen quickly to the Rift and once arriving, the chaos left each creature looking out for itself. There had always only been his family….and now that there wasn’t… The pale colt could not believe how much his heart leapt into his throat to hear the other’s answer.

He manages to speak a shared interest, his tone low and calm, hiding his intense interest. “Yes, are there any herds here to know of?” Then he couldn’t stop himself. “A place to rest would be quite desired.” It gave away too much, promised him to something he might not want or fully understand, but such was his deeper desire to find some solid ground in this world of darkness. He had the pride and courage to stand alone, but he did not want to.


OOC ::
"speech"

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credits

@Rexanna @Rixen