It seemed Vynter had a habit of bumping into him. The giant remained unmoved when the body of the other collided with his own. Neck arching he beamed at the yearling, happy to see him well. But unlike before when the grullo remained entirely fixated on him and his odd limbs, the lad moved on. His attention grabbed by the beautiful, star-lit mare that had offered them so much knowledge. Again he uttered a single word to describe the woman. A silent chuckled shook the stallion's side and he continued onward, certain the Vynter would follow along.
They must have been headed in the right direction because no sooner than he had started up again the balls of hope began freaking out. He watched them shoot off with as much of a slack-jawed gawk as Waker. Completely stunned by their actions. The light once again washed over them. Blinding and warm. He shielded his eyes with a wing until it vanished and the orbs returned to their owners. Leaving one behind to light the world around them. Bird songs began and the world felt a little less gloomy, even peaceful. Well that was... odd.... Like Waker he turned to head back to the matron. Nothing else was left to be done here.
"Talk."
cursed to hold a weight you can't bear and still standing
Halyven
