Ultima
OH, MY EYES ARE SEEING RED DOUBLE VISION FROM THE BLOOD WE'VE SHED The colt doesn't respond, and Volterra frowns. Is he mute, or merely struck dumb by the fear and cold? Sympathy rises in his chest for the poor youngling, as God knows what has happened to him during his short life so far. Nonetheless, the boy greets him with a warm muzzle and the stallion reciprocates, always willing to offer a small crumb of kindness to foals who need it. He might be a bad man in most senses of the word, but not when it comes to children. As the youngling's neck unfurls to lift his muzzle, Volterra catches sight of the feathers. Their zapping, crackling energy sends a sudden spasm of knowledge through his body - could it possibly be? He knows those feathers. He knows the owner of those feathers to be a mare that embodied the storm itself, a mare that had fought loyally for his herd, a mare he'd taken to his bed shortly before Helovia's demise. Could it possibly be that their tryst had placed a child in her womb? The coincidence seems far too great, but the behemoth's interest is thoroughly piqued now. "Who...gave you those feathers?" he asks, trying to keep his voice soft. Gently he tries to press his muzzle beneath the sodden child's underside, seeking to lift the boy to his feet. It's not safe for him to be lying down, especially with beasts lurking nearby - even if those beasts appear to be bonded ones. |
@Varuna
