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08-17-2016, 08:22 AM
Tyrath Tyrath's quad-horned head had dipped back to the icy fae, when she'd offered her own bob of greeting. He remained at the water's edge for a minute or two longer, a disgruntled snort erupted from his nostrils when he attempted to wash away the creatures' little glitter trick, and found it still clung to his ashen coat. Great, he was as glittery as Kid was on the inside, a bonified glitter pixie stick with wings and a pair of horns. He could deal with it, possibly, he'd just have to sit in the Oasis and ardently tell Sikeax that he wasn't going to move until the glitter had worn off. It wasn't very becoming on a Son of Volterra, and a Grandson of the Sun God to look like a glittered disco ball, they'd have been better making him shine like the sun! He didn't bother to keep his thoughts on the Bay mare and the wolf who had won instead of his brother or himself, there would be more opportunities for them to come together and win. It seemed these little games weren't that much of an oddity on nature after all, where did these creatures find all their glittering orbs of magic and companions anyway? Damn their luck, and damn his own misfortune. Resigned in the knowledge that the glitter wasn't going to be just washed off, his wings spread and he glided in a leisured stroke of his feathered appendages toward his father and Erthe. "Thanks for the compliment." He murmured, having caught her earlier words she had spoken to Volterra. "Unfortunately we don't all share the same mother, so you might have to play a nice game of hide and seek to find them all." He added after a moment, giving the pale filly a wink. His father didn't stick around, he said his goodbye's in his own way and moved to go back to where ever it was he was currently making home, and for a moment he considered taking wing himself to return to the Throat. Sikeax no doubt would liked to have heard what he had gotten up to, and that Volterra had decided to act selflessly so he and Kid could have a better chance at winning the magic. Though, the thought was pushed aside as Erthe tottered after Volterra, and he decided he may as well stick around himself to find out more about her, and his father. It struck him that he didn't know if his father had any friends, every time they met it was either just the two of them and his dragons, or the odd chance that one of his other siblings would show up. Did his dad even have any friends? Or anything he considered close to that fact, or was Erthe the only one? He rolled his shoulders, he was about to find out. "The Edge?" He repeated, once more he glided toward his bestial father and the delicate doe, choosing to land next to her and settle into a comfortable walk. "Isn't that where the Moon Goddess resides?" His head cocked to the side as he tried to imagine Volterra under the Moon's Banners and ended up shaking his horned head. "He strikes me more of the Falls type, if he ever decided to live in a herd." He paused for a second, then let out a snicker. "Besides, he'd probably fall off the cliffs in the Edge." "talk talk talk" from the ashes of the sun I arise
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