Quiet footfalls in the dark broke his concentration. The dragon turned her head with a quiet hiss of irritation, pearly teeth gleaming faintly as they bare towards the shadow that slowly separate from the surrounding night. A faint, unexplained sense of unease grasped Lace as he turned to look at the dark mare, metal orbs quickly taking in the emaciated state of her body. It was as though a scent of decay followed with her, a premonition of death and despair, of hunger so deep that it awoke his own where he stood. He shifted, ears straying backwards as he hesitantly listened to her raspy voice, unsure of what to make of her breathless query. Had her eyes become so accustomed to the night that even the light-trees couldn't brighten her spirit?
"I... Her name is Fajira.." he said uneasily, suppressing an urge to inch away from the mangy apparition. His relief was immense when a second set of hooves broke the silence of the Ever Night, heavier this time, and along with the dragon the grullo turned to regard the newcomer curiously.
The little White recognized the colt before Lace did. With a cheerful warble she suddenly slipped off his back and took to the sky, her slight body swinging towards him in enthusiastic greeting. Helped along by her memories, Lace stepped out from under the glowing tree and stared in disbelief at the cold as he introduced himself with a deep, masculine voice that so recently would have seemed misplaced on the lanky, gnarled foal he once had met.
"Hototo, you sure have grown" Lace greeted with warmth in the voice and walked over to the young stallion with graceful movements, surprised and pleased to find the little adventurer in good health. "How have you been, it's good to see you again!" Not until after he had reached a muzzle out to nudge the other's in a welcoming gesture did he notice the little miracle that was going on on the ground, not until a scent that set his stomach riling in nauseating hunger.
Surprised and slightly uneasy the gold-backed horse sidestepped, trying to avoid trampling the fragile shoots of grass that appeared beneath his hooves at a rate so rapid that he could see them grow with his bare eyes. Shock at the obvious sign of magic numbed his mind for a moment, but as the first surprise began to settle, a pair of sharp golden eyes came to rest on the young hybrid, quietly studying the youth with more intensity. White mane danced under the light of the glowing tree as his silvery neck arched; of course. There were only so many horses these days that retained their abilities, and only recently had he discovered why.
"You are your fathers son, I see" he said discreetly with a faint tug at the corner of the mouth, a quiet smile in recognition of the youngsters heritage. It was tempting to take advantage of that, to lower the head and just indulge in the arcane gift Hototo had been blessed with... But Lace held himself back, hesitating to ingest anything that had sprung with the help of magic.
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