Under the blessed cover of the forest shadows, Daenerys and her pale son roamed freely, among their family of the Qian. It was a peaceful, undisturbed way of life, a safe environment for the young colt to grow up and learn. Ahriman was growing so fast, his body filling in to make him look a little less leggy, though he was still far too young to go exploring on his own. He kept his poor dam busy, with his rising energy level that comes with youth. Thankfully, the snowy dam was able to keep up, blessed by strength and health once more. Three summers she had now, well on her way to her fourth, but in the short time she had been in Helovia, she had grown immensely on a whole other level. There was a new confidence in her, the way she carried herself and the way she interacted with others. She no longer feared the grasp of her brother, no longer vindictive at the thought of his name. It was in her past, and she was busy living her new life, as a mother and as a member of the Qian.
Chasing after Ahriman over the rugged forest floor, she suddenly stopped as her delicate lobes picked up a familiar call. Dished tiara was raised to the sky, looking in the direction of the cry. It was Vikram, the deep voice, and Akaith the dragon with her shriller call. Looking to her pale son, she whickered softly to make him follow, yet soon she was overtaken by her bold son, him leading the way to where they could smell their kindred gather. Ahriman, with his blindingly white coat, was the first to appear from the undergrowth. Mulberry eyes looked at the others there, seeing a few familiar faces. His expression was serious, with a maturity far beyond his age, as it is typical with firstborns. Already a small adult, Daenerys thought, as she stepped forward as well. Since her unfortunate encounter with the sun god, her burns had healed nicely, keeping infections at bay by bathing in salt water. Where the burns had previously marred her silvery coat now blossomed metallic gold markings, engulfing her four legs and splattering upon her underbelly in a sabino pattern.
Her face was serene as she found herself among the Qian, thistle eyes searching out her sister, the black form standing next to Vikram. Walking close, both Dany and Ahri respectfully greeted their leader, the colt by touching her shoulder and the mare by bumping her maw gently against Mirage’s. "Sister. It is a joy to see you in such good health, " Dany chimed softly, a nod given to Vikram and Akaith and a smile playing on her velvet lips. The pinto stallion, whom they had learned to know as Torasin, and his dragon were given their greetings, as well as the dark Rishima and her new pet griffin. An even darker youth stands near her, one that is not recognized or introduced but nonetheless a greeting is offered. Another bicolored steed was there, introducing himself as Gaspard. He had an oddness in his soul, Daenerys could sense, but she didn’t want to judge. "Always a pleasure to see our family grow. My name is Daenerys, and this is my son Ahriman, " she said softly, kindness shining from her face. A Pegasus, Kri of the Dragon’s Throat, and an odd creature that looks like a larger version of Rishima’s pet, are not discriminated against. Familiar faces of Lady Solstice and her son makes the snowy dam pleasantly surprised, and Ahriman soon walks over to stand by the insecure Kiara, greeting her like a sibling by bumping his nose against hers. There are more strangers, but in the growing gathering it is difficult to keep track of them all, so Daenerys picks a spot next to her leader, waiting to her what the message behind the summoning could be.
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Steps Toward the Future [Qian Meeting]
