Adelric

The half-child may sleep now, may whisper into the grasses all of the magical dreams that dance through his head, but he never sleeps for long when he feels that his mother, his true mother, has wandered off. So the child wakes up, mismatched eyes looking all around him for the beautiful mare that has brought him into this earth, but she is nowhere to be seen and so he bleats loudly into the air as he struggles to stand. “Mother! Zünden!” he calls out, eventually making it to his feet. Still, no answer is give, and so the needy child begins to move, begins to crawl through the brush and the bushes, until he hears his mother whinny back to him and he sets off in that direction at a wobbly trot.

When he arrives at the scene, he can't help but be surprised at the sheer number of horses present. It reminds him of his birth, of the day he was welcomed into this earth, and so his thinking mind instantly begins to wonder if this is the norm for every birth. Are all births joyous occasions where the mother is surrounded by friends and family? It must be, he decides, in the same way that he has decided that every adult mare is followed by a black cat. He will learn that his wrong soon enough, but for now he feels that he may at least be accomplished in one area of his life, if he is inadequate in the rest of his life.

“Mother, sister,” he says as he walks up beside Kiara, pressing against her with a low rumbling attempt at a nicker. But, truth be told, he is more interested in the black filly that lays on the ground and his second mother that has welcomed her into the earth. “Mother,” he calls to Delinne as he nears her, trying to see if he can get close enough to extend his nose to her, not knowing that his childish greeting to her might cause more strife in her life, more tension in her family. After all, he has missed their conversation. “She's.... pretty,” he offers then, wondering if he is allowed to comment, hoping he has not overstepped his bounds, and suddenly wishing he could disappear back into the bushes where he might be more welcome. He suddenly feels very exposed, very much the center of attention (even if it is not true) and he shivers on his hooves as he waits, sure that he will be berated for his intrusion into this intimate moment.