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R E I N He found that he was different from his mother in a single, major respect: the night called his name, not hers. Rein so often found himself restless at night, twitchy, unable to rest his head by hers. He annoyed her sometimes with this habit, falling asleep during the day, or when they were having heartfelt moments together. But he left her anyways, he did no harm as long as he stayed within the walls of the Basin. So he wandered the herd's land, finding himself amongst evergreen trees and slowly falling snowflakes under little pools of moonlight. He stood silently, watching a bug burrow into the snow. He gasped as the bug became illuminated by pale blue and gold, looking over his shoulder to see the source of this phenomenon. A smile grew on his small, golden lips, happily recognizing the figure before him that called his name so benevolently. "Daddy," He whispered affectionately, turning and striding towards the large stallion. He tilted his head upwards, extending his nose out to bump his father's in greeting. He had learned his manners. Actually, he had learned lots of things since he last saw his dad! He had learned about bats and bugs and pegasi and dragons and all sorts of stuff. He nodded affirmatively to the Haruspex, more than happy to share the night with his father and his companions. He was rather fond of Lochan and Rakt. In fact, he secretly longed for a deer companion himself. He would have to ask about them. That was one thing he hadn't learned much about. son of a thief and a priest |
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