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"What are you looking for?" The colt's unnervingly deep and utterly monotone voice rings out across the short distance between himself and the large unicorn stallion peering through the grasses nearby. Given his remarkably swift aging and thirst for adventure, Vulkán has taken it upon himself recently to begin expanding his horizons and travelling further and further away from the safety of the Throat. This is not as easy for the bulky young boy as it is for most others, because he has to consider his strict routine whenever he leaves home to explore a different land. Helovia is too large for him to be able to bank on returning home each night by his designated bedtime, so he's instead had to force himself to find other sleeping spots that satisfy his innate urge for order. Upon finding a satisfactory spot, he has to plan his day around making sure he's back to go to sleep at the same time each night, else he knows the panic that will await him. To maximise the length of his day, the colt is out and about very early, as soon as the sun hits the notch on the rock that he times himself by. Thankfully, the Heart Caves' proximity to the Throat means that he will be able to return home to his favourite sleeping spot tonight, so he's in good spirits as he explores this new landscape. He hadn't intended on approaching anybody - his father especially is very strict on not talking to strangers - but he simply can't help his vague interest in the large man that wanders through the grass talking to himself. A glance is given to the gaping cave nearby, and he ruffles his wings excitedly as he contemplates entering the yawning mouth to explore some more. For now, though, Vulkán's attention is focused on the unicorn stallion. His quad-horned head is tilted slightly to fix his lava gaze on the stranger, idly wondering what the man is looking for. |
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