It is the uncertainty of being accepted that creates the drama in our lives.

The half-child, so distracted by his thoughts and worries, does not notice when a pretty young filly comes sauntering up to him. A pretty filly of black and gold, as it is, and he has never seen anyone quite like her before. Silently, his bi-colored eyes crawl over her hide. Faeanne, she says, but for the moment he says nothing. Who is he? He is... Adelric, but what does that mean? Does that mean he is Kiara's son, the bastard son of son of some unknown unicorn, the twin brother to Zunden, the adopted brother to Athena, the bonded to Tobias? She has asked him a simple question, but he stares at her like he is stupid because the question is so vast, so... abstract, that he is not even sure how to answer it. He is Adelric, but is that enough? And even if it is enough, even if Adelric is an answer, even if Adelric is what the filly wants to hear, is Adelric what Adelric wants to hear?

Luckily, he does not need to answer the question. A distraction arrives, and the fawn bleats softly in response. A great hulking best of the most terrible black color is stalking across the snow, his mane and tail trailing out behind him in fantastic waves. Adelric is awed, but the fawn is immediately upset and his emotions roll wildly through Adelric's head. It's obvious enough, of course, why the fawn is upset. The stallion wears the skull of a cervid upon his head and the cerndyr does not at all like the implication.

Frowning, because the half-child has already found his emotions to be greatly influenced by his companion, he continues his examination of the stallion, otherwise ignoring the filly for the moment. He does not mean to be rude, but he is curious and aloof. And while the question of who he is still weighs heavy on his mind, he is also as interested in the black stallion's mask as much as Tobias is. “Pa- Pardon,” he calls out to Morir, somewhat nervous to call attention to himself, but with a sort of childish frustration, Tobias urges him onward. “Where did you get that skull?”

Still, his desire to be liked forces him to briefly return his attention to the black filly with the gold spots. “I don't know who I am,” he responds cryptically and then sighs. The touch of the fawn upon his side makes him smile, though. Sweet Tobias. How did he ever live without the fawn?

@[Faeanne]

Adelric