And Then There Was Light

Efen He nods, already accepting the stallion as peer and source of knowledge, his own youth and lack of experience making him deferent to those older and larger, automatically assuming their worldliness and therefor instantly satisfied with the given explanation, but in a matter of seconds that surety falters and his brows draw together in an expression of guarded curiosity. He watches the stallion’s massive head turn to look behind him, a gesture that directly contradicts the reassurance of his words. Should he be worried after all? He wonders, one ear folding skeptically backward, his neck tensing and raising in response to the inner conflict of what he's being told versus what he can see for himself, but again a timely distraction relieves him of having to explore the issue further. “What is that?” He squeals excitedly, eyes pinned to the small creature suddenly crawling its way up the stallion’s neck. Transfixed, he spreads his wings, shaking them out so that the movement catches small pockets of air between their finger-like ribs and spreads the membranous webbing smooth. "It’s got wings like me!” He grins. There’s not much more resemblance than that, but to an as yet unsocialized colt this one similarity is more than enough to spark a sense of marvel and comradery. "Des-trier!" He repeats, "Mer-lin.” He tests the syllables out on his tongue and then answers, "I’m Efren!” The name is obvious to him, natural, as much so as inhaling and exhaling. No one had to tell it to him, he simply knows, but the stallion’s final question gives him pause and allows the sense of uncertainty from earlier to creep inside his thoughts. Is he lost? Is he looking for someone? Should he be? The way the question is posed, the way the stallion looks at him so kindly and yet so carefully gives an impression of expectation, as if there's a desired or expected answer, something specific he’s supposed to say. "Uhm..” He hesitates, suddenly at a loss and feeling less than adequate. "Are.. you looking for someone?" Talk. OOC: @Destrier Trying to get up that great big hill of hope, For a destination.

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