Fight me bitch, says the bird, and the colt giggles in glee. "Fight me bitch!" he repeats, having no idea what a bitch is but sure it's a word his mother will be thrilled that he's learned.
The mare questions his ability to speak two languages, and despite himself Arakh puffs up a little bit with barely-contained pride. "Mai teach Arakh to speak normal tongue, Ave teach to speak other tongue. S'hard, though. Arakh often mix words up." He deflates slightly - his grasp of grammar is not the best, and he's still so young that his brain cannot hold a great deal of information. With time he hopes he will become fluent, but at the moment his speech is still quite stunted and slow.
The pretty blue-black woman offers some sage advice, and the calf's ears pivot forwards to drink it in. "Oh, sorry! Ahem..." He clears his throat, ruffles his wing-feathers, and chews his lower lip as he tries to think of what to say. "Arakh not alone Arakh have BIG Mai who have BIG companion with BIG teeth and Arakh also have BIG Ave who make fire on bad people, and both over there behind tree." It's possibly the most unconvincing lie ever to be told, but the colt looks hopefully up at the pretty mare anyway, hoping for praise.
She introduces herself as Ampere, the Mother of Companions, and the colt frowns. "Ave have special name too! He Wildfire." Doe-eyed admiration flashes across Arakh's tender young features as he thinks of his father in all his massive, flame-wielding glory. What the colt would give to grow up and become one tenth as great as his illustrious sire! Ampere offers to go back to the Throat with him and the boy nods joyously, quite delighted at the prospect of putting off being reunited with his mother for a little bit longer. "Yes please, Miss Ampere! Ave is Sultan of Throat, so Arakh sure you know him."
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