Akvo City
07-18-2017, 03:06 AM
It had taken a whole other row to get this permission. Even Galahad could see why, he hadn’t exactly been following the rules. There was the time he was out past dark. The time he went off without telling anyone. Even when Da followed him he’d ventured off. Ma called it ‘independent’. Da called it ‘idiotic’. Which he didn’t understand because those were two totally different things. Then Ma gave Da a look, one of those like he got when he was doing something silly. The colt thought it was cause Da was the same way. He’d seen him go off tons of times now, and rarely return before dark. He wondered, letting his imagination fly, what Da was doing when he’d go out. Maybe exploring? There certainly was a lot of that to do around here. More so, there was the beach…he’d only been once, with Haldir and Da, but that had been cut short. Now he wanted another turn. He wanted to run across the sand like he had, and kick up. So much lately had been spent in quite wonder at the world he found himself, now the colt just wanted to be a colt, even if he had to go off on his own to do it.
That’s how he found himself here, tearing down a beach at the fullest speed the sand would allow, kicking up his heels at some imaginary fiend. His mind reliving the stories Ma and Da told…wolves, demon gods, and races up mountains. He played through it all until he felt his cloven hooves slip, and his muscles strain at the extra effort. It felt good. So often now he was bent up in their small cut out in the roots of a tree, sheltered from the rain. It felt good to let it out, to feel his heart pound in his chest with some strength, instead of the fear which he usually took note of, and it especially felt good to forget about the flames which licked his back and mutated his coat. It felt right and good.
Tearing across the sands, that’s how he found him. The colt skidded, skipping to a slower beat. The stallion was standing, with a high head looking toward the sea. It was like when he and Casca practiced against one another. But there was no one else out here. In his springy trot, the colt came watched as the blue unicorn stepped into some…what was that? Harks fall back and he slows, to a walk, looking for the first time at his surroundings. A wind blows off the sea, picking up the sand, and blowing the flames on his back against him. Harks fall as he feels the heat, gut clenching to think of the possibility of them touching…burning…Maybe where the stallion had gone wouldn’t be so windy.
The colt slips in a few moments after the other, his small body looking even smaller still against the grand arena. Sea eyes look about him, before finding the stallion. He’s once again reminded of how much smaller he is than grown-ups. One again hated it. It made him feel little. True, he was little, but he was growing a pride as large as his parents. “Erm…Hello.” He stood square at the center of the spires, but his ivory crowned head held high. “What is this place?” The thoughts of his safety, boldness, or any other rational concerns were as usual, far from his curious and growingly prideful mind.
@Erebos
That’s how he found himself here, tearing down a beach at the fullest speed the sand would allow, kicking up his heels at some imaginary fiend. His mind reliving the stories Ma and Da told…wolves, demon gods, and races up mountains. He played through it all until he felt his cloven hooves slip, and his muscles strain at the extra effort. It felt good. So often now he was bent up in their small cut out in the roots of a tree, sheltered from the rain. It felt good to let it out, to feel his heart pound in his chest with some strength, instead of the fear which he usually took note of, and it especially felt good to forget about the flames which licked his back and mutated his coat. It felt right and good.
Tearing across the sands, that’s how he found him. The colt skidded, skipping to a slower beat. The stallion was standing, with a high head looking toward the sea. It was like when he and Casca practiced against one another. But there was no one else out here. In his springy trot, the colt came watched as the blue unicorn stepped into some…what was that? Harks fall back and he slows, to a walk, looking for the first time at his surroundings. A wind blows off the sea, picking up the sand, and blowing the flames on his back against him. Harks fall as he feels the heat, gut clenching to think of the possibility of them touching…burning…Maybe where the stallion had gone wouldn’t be so windy.
The colt slips in a few moments after the other, his small body looking even smaller still against the grand arena. Sea eyes look about him, before finding the stallion. He’s once again reminded of how much smaller he is than grown-ups. One again hated it. It made him feel little. True, he was little, but he was growing a pride as large as his parents. “Erm…Hello.” He stood square at the center of the spires, but his ivory crowned head held high. “What is this place?” The thoughts of his safety, boldness, or any other rational concerns were as usual, far from his curious and growingly prideful mind.
@Erebos
