Adelric,


While the half-child ponders the plants that he is in front of, as happy alone as he was with others, he does not notice the white stallion approach. Rather, so deep in his ruminations, Adelric only notices the way the wind plays over the leaves and makes them shimmer. Each shape seems to take a unique path after being touched by the breeze- another mystery he does not understand. What makes one rise while the other falls? What makes one shift to the left when another is pressed downward? He wishes to know the answers to all of these questions and more. Indeed, it seems even a lifetime of study will not answer all of his questions. Still, he wants to try.

Finally, the half-child turns his head and is surprised to see Fraub standing there beside him. Starting softly, he backs up just in time for his sister to arrive beside him. Happily, he takes an awkward side-step with all of the foal grace he can manage, hoping to end up alongside of her so that he might reach out and touch her neck. And while he does that, he is happy that she takes the reins and introduces them to Fraub. He has not yet had time to think of how to approach the stallion and this makes him nervous. After all, Fraub is not his father and he has not met many stallions in person. Are there different rules for interacting with them? Zünden seems to think not.

“I was thinking,” he responds to his sister, but suddenly remembers that she is not very fond of his favorite pastime. “I wanted to play... Do you...” he hesitates. A favorite game of his might be cataloging rocks or seeing who can find the most differences between a rabbit and a squirrel but Zünden is not amused by such games, he is certain. Instead, he tries to think of what game she might enjoy and only comes up with one answer- a fight. Still, he would rather have his sister love him and be his friend than have her think he is silly. If it will make her happy, he can play a game with her. “We could fight? Maybe Mr...” He hesitates, not sure if he is imposing, but in the grand scheme of things he is more interested in having his sister like him than Fraub. If he is imposing, he supposes he will have to count it as the lesser of two evils. “Could help us. Do you know anything about fighting?”

He looks to the stallion with half-eager eyes, although secretly hoping that the answer is no so that he might be forgiven this brutal game. Still, once he has waited for an answer, he turns back to Zünden and shakes his head back and forth, letting his tiny bump of a horn glide through the air in a display of what he hopes is childish aggression. Erebos had taught him the move. If it works, he will have to find the Night Phoenix and thank him for the lesson.

@[Zünden] @[Fraub]