A memory of light

,The lights we burn have all faded out. The lack of attention by their dam bothers him minutely, he's aware that her presence is as forward as it was when they were within her, but other things are more important to him now. Such as his brother and whether his legs would continue to support him as he tentatively stumbled forward, his long draconian tail thrashing and flaring behind his svelte frame. With his brother at his side, his newfound confidence surged, any lingering tendrils of second guessing or hesitancy bled away. Together they are one, but then they are not. His brother is the shadows, lording in the deep places and he is the pale moon, lording over everything she caresses with her pale touch. The newborn colt stood proud, cloven hooves buried into the dirt as he shimmered beneath the strange canopy, crystalline scales reflecting the odd lighting in hues of purple and red against the frosty sheen. His attention is soon pulled away from his brother by the approach of a goliath, skull marked face lined with curiosity at his appearance. He is larger than their mother, and even larger than themselves and he briefly wondered if he too might ever reach such great heights. But the stallion's attention isn't just on them, he rumbled something to their mother that he could only register as concern. Briefly, his reddened eyes turned to his mother with minute interest, should they be worried too? After all, she hadn't paid attention to them yet, save to shuffle closer to their dark and pale forms. Scaled tail gave an irritated flick, the crests rippling with the motion before they tucked back against his glistening scales. So with a determined snort, he turned from his brother and took a few strides forward, with courage mustered in his breast and extended his muzzle out to the larger equine. If he cannot get the attention he deserves from one, he will get it from another instead. talk talk talk