Green Labyrinth
Father! The voice bids him to turn even as he's about to take his leave now he's sure that there's nothing else likely to happen. It is Vulkán, gangling towards him with his usual inelegance. The boy has grown up well, and his size doesn't escape his sire's eagle eye. It's likely that the colt will grow to be the same size as Isopia, which means he'll be the first of Volterra's children to be able to look down at his esteemed father. This prickles the warlord's pride more than it probably should do, although he's safe in the knowledge that his son doesn't carry himself in a way that makes the most of his great size - the big yearling is awkward in everything he does, as though he's ashamed of being so tall. That's a stark contrast to Volterra with his easy, predatory grace, owning every blade of grass that he stands upon. He resists the urge to comment on the boy's stride, instead just nodding and allowing his son to fall into step with him. "Ah, Vulkán, yes. I've been meaning to speak with you." He intends to speak to Otem and Vulkán alone in the near future, but reasons that he should prioritise the bay colt for now as he's already bumped into Otem several times, whereas Vulkán has been largely absent. "Meet me here at sundown tomorrow." He knows how organised the bay is, how much he needs specific times - Volterra will have to be careful not to be late else he throw the poor lad's zen completely out of whack. With his son lumbering along next to him, the warlord takes his leave from this new, eerie place. |
