Mesec stood quiet and still in his place, listening intently as Aviya went on to explain what their herd had once been. They had hailed from somewhere else; the World's Edge, a herdland he could recall hearing of once or twice before. He'd hardly paid it mind, however, for he was oblivious to the history between it and the band of unicorns. The colt's expression might have softened if it were not for the ill mention of his mother.
His muscles seemed to grow more and more tense with every word that his sister spoke. Each syllable was cruel and loathsome as she went on, and her posture bore no hints that she was about to calm any time soon. In a moment, the yearling was turning back towards him, locking an icy gaze upon him. Already his ears were tipped back, ready to defend the violet Goddess for all that he was worth.
Teeth clenched together behind his dark lips, and he gave a rough shake of his head. It was as if Aviya was speaking for the Goddess herself, and it disgusted him. Who was she to say what his mother would and wouldn't do? Who was she to tell him why he was down here amongst mortals, rather than up above, ruling along at her side? Just before he could say anything, however, his sister dared to speak of one last thing.
And that was what finally broke the colt.
With sudden animosity fueling him, Mesec lunged forward and snapped for Aviya's muzzle, hoping to land a bite on the soft skin between her nostrils. Something deep within him hoped that it would stop there, that the colt would take a deep breath and return to his normal, more quiet self, but not today. His wings unfurled from his sides and stretched out, dipping down to lift him into the air. It was not often that Mesec put his feathery appendages to use, so he was less than graceful, but they still worked.
In another swift movement, the colt moved forward, hopeful that his elder sister would be too stunned from his attempted attack to react quick enough. Now above her, the black bay kicked a single leg back, aimed for the precariously thin, frail glass horn melded into Aviya's forehead. He had high hopes of snapping it in half, rendering her precious horn useless, if it had even served a purpose to begin with.
"How dare you, Aviya," the colt hissed, dark ears lacing against his skull as he worked his wings harder to stay a comfortable distance above Aviya, glaring down at her with a cruel, pupiless gaze. "Perhaps mother was right in her decision to leave you and the rest behind. You deserve it." For once, there was no room left for argument in the colt's voice, simply anger and resentment directed at the yearling below him.
"Tell father I am sorry," he added in, "But I must take my leave from the Basin tonight."
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