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12-24-2016, 04:47 PM
His eyes narrowed at the golden-colored youth (though he was older than the twins) that cried for their mother. Who was this? Rexanna did not spend much time telling the twins of her other child. So his ears pinned slightly, teeth beginning to peel back, warning the strangely-acting colt away—
Until his mother responded. But, before he could question, his attention focused on the presented that were suddenly appearing before all. Sharp blue eyes widen as two small figurines appeared on twine before the entwined twins in the snow. His eyes flickered once to the mirror image of figures that appeared before Kiada, before returning to his own gifts.
“Do you see—? Incredible,” were his hushed, murmured phrases of awed delight. The figurines were exactly, miniature replicas of Kiada and Keusi. It was not often that his darkly marked face was lightened with such emotions, and it made him seem seasons younger; erasing the darkness that clouded his boyishly handsome face.
He grinned, making his face look all the more youthful, as the light touched them. It combatted even his naturally dark chest—and the colt embraced the warmth as he leaned against his sister. His head dipped, slipping his horn through the string and shrugging the figurines to fall around his neck, over his chest and heart. He sighed contentedly, turning to watch his sister.
Until his mother responded. But, before he could question, his attention focused on the presented that were suddenly appearing before all. Sharp blue eyes widen as two small figurines appeared on twine before the entwined twins in the snow. His eyes flickered once to the mirror image of figures that appeared before Kiada, before returning to his own gifts.
“Do you see—? Incredible,” were his hushed, murmured phrases of awed delight. The figurines were exactly, miniature replicas of Kiada and Keusi. It was not often that his darkly marked face was lightened with such emotions, and it made him seem seasons younger; erasing the darkness that clouded his boyishly handsome face.
He grinned, making his face look all the more youthful, as the light touched them. It combatted even his naturally dark chest—and the colt embraced the warmth as he leaned against his sister. His head dipped, slipping his horn through the string and shrugging the figurines to fall around his neck, over his chest and heart. He sighed contentedly, turning to watch his sister.
Kianzo
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