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10-04-2012, 12:56 PM
 Even if he was too young to understand sarcasm, his sire’s laugh still made him a bit uncomfortable. He backed away a bit, his ears angled back in confusion and slight worry. Had he said something wrong? Something funny? His dual colored eyes lowered towards the ground and he pressed his lips together, silently vouching to be quiet the rest of Psyche’s and Mauja’s conversation. Then Tamlin looked up again. The sun was rising now. The eastern sky was getting lighter and the waves had gotten a golden lining. The wind was picking up and above the trio seagulls sailed on the air currents, their ugly singing echoing over the beach and the ocean. Even the mist was getting thinner, letting more light though the milky veil. It was the first time Tamlin saw the sunrise and he thought it was glorious! The golden and fiery hues, the feeling of everything coming back to life, the slight warmth from the rays of the sun… the little colt almost purred like a cat. True to his young age the prince had already forgotten Mauja’s laugh and his own worries. He watched the dawning of a new day with a child’s innocent eyes. He had no idea what the future had in store for him, or for the unicorn herd of the Edge. War was approaching and Tamlin would find himself observing something a young boy should not. But that was not now, that lay in a hidden future and Tamlin was happy just to stand by his father’s side, watching the sunrise. Tamlin
the blood-flower child
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he sows in bloodPermission to use violence and magic against Tamlin at all times granted
