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S A O I R S E
Perhaps he expects the other colt to agree with him. That there is no other beauty, then the sun dipping down and painting their skies, oceans and earth in passionate reds and gilded streams. That the ocean is the breath that gives life to the fire that dances within the cages of their souls.
But it isn’t, and it falls dull and flat on the boy’s lips instead. Saoirse tilts his head just so, and mutters an – “O-oh…?” Blinking and dumfounded by the other’s passive tone.
Before Saoirse can retort and recover from his unexpected slip, Volterra the Indomitable approaches. His form is rather large this close up, and a slight tremor runs through his skin when he approaches. The boy’s gaze is still, and his features dissolve into something more studious and aware of himself – losing his careless smile, and the ease for which he existed in that space. The stallion smiles, and his focus is largely placed on the other colt. Saoirse offers a quick nod to the Indomitable, before slipping into quiet. His gaze moving, instead, to the ocean’s rhythmic movement against the beach, and the colors reflected from the sky – like a dream, blurred and blotted between each swaying pulse.
When the same impassive tone calls him back from his wandering eyes. To the flecks of violet and green that swirl before him – just out of reach. “Saoirse, of the Dragon’s Throat.”
A moment passes when he feels the ache that exists in his chest, at the mentions of ‘son’. The one that rears up, and threatens to choke the words out of his mouth, settles for his hushed tone instead. The smile appears naturally on his lips, a grin that curls along its edges – and eyes that deflect the ache deeper into his chest. To be forgotten, to be buried somewhere else, just not right now. Not in front of Jude, or their Sultan. With a big inhale he takes a step ahead of them.
“Uhm, well, welcome back Jude. I don’t have a key, but… The Sultan probably does.”
He kicked the sand with a fore, before turning around and looking up at Volterra expectantly. Then frowned lightly, turning his gaze to Jude. “Unless you have one on you?” His wings spread slightly and shrugged.
@Volterra
@Jude
