The half-child, feeling somewhat reminiscent, aims himself towards the Heavenly Fields as he walks Helovia. It is atop that mountain that he first met his best, and perhaps only, friend in the whole world- Erebos. There, where they met and frolicked and played a game, the half-child forged a relationship that has been driving him and his life ever since. Where would he be without Erebos there to guide him? He’s not sure… Perhaps still in the Hidden Falls with his mother, instead of in the Basin with his sister. He would surely know less, and be less brave, and have… well… no friends. He just hasn’t met anyone he has considered worthy, except for Tobias, but Tobias is so much more than a friend to him.

Smiling to the cervid, the other half of his soul, the half-child moves forward, enjoying the way his long legs cover more ground than they used to. He is growing bigger and stronger every day, closer to a stallion than a newborn, but he is not afraid of what new adventures will come. There can only be more knowledge in adulthood, and knowledge is all he has ever wanted, so he looks forward to that new chapter of his life. It cannot come soon enough.

Today, though, he aims to re-read his past by climbing to the plateau once again, except… When the surgeon arrives at the base of the path that will carry him skyward, he is unpleasantly disappointed to find his way blocked by two children. Frowning and sighing, he considered remaining hidden in the shadows until the two left, leaving the way free for him to go up on his own, except… The small child says something so ridiculous that he can’t help but scoff aloud. Sure that the noise had thus revealed his position, the half-child stepped forth from the shadows he had been hiding in.

“He’s a pegasus,” he says blandly, as though she ought to have known. Twisting his mouth to the side, the half-child considers that Zekle’s single wing might have confused the young unicorn, but comes to the conclusion that she should have known anyways. His thought process is interrupted, however, by a single word from Tobias. Metal. Furrowing his brow, the surgeon turns his attention to the titanium that is growing from the area where Zekle’s other wing should have been and he murmurs softly, involuntarily even, “Curious.” Stepping forward one more step, hopefully to get a better look, he tries to consider the implications of metal on one’s body. It is a strange, strange thing indeed. “Did the metal destroy your wing?” The first question on a long list that has already formed in his brain. Already, he is ignoring the young Sjal, for she holds no interest to him. Manners were hardly high on his list of things to remember.

Adelric

We only have what we give.