Adelric,


Surprised by the glare that his response has garnered, the half-child debates what could have caused this interesting reaction. He had been about to answer his sisters question- what was he thinking about- but he became distracted, his mind wandering to a new curiosty to be discovered, the answer to what he had been thinking gone with the winds that brushed against the trees. He has seen a glare before, is familiar with the look, but has never stopped to ponder what exactly makes a horse glare instead of smile, furrow their brow when they could smile instead. He has never felt the need to glare himself, and so he has never known the emotion that causes it... until now.

As the white stallion asks if he would rather take a bath as he is dirty, the half-child feels himself become offended and hurt. Dirty? He looks back. Yes, perhaps he is slightly dirty, not entirely and perfectly clean, but he does not think that it is an offensive amount of filth. So he turns back to the stallion and glares at the same time that his sister poses her question. “Yes!” he responds defiantly, instantly caught up in her aggression, eager to belong with her- to be wanted. His eager head bobs fantastically as Zunden carries on and, truthfully, her words make sense to his logical mind. Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but when it came time to live or die, it seemed that fighting would be a much more useful quality.

It is only the calm voice of his mother, his beloved, that stops his head from its affirmative motion. He turns suddenly to see her, eyes wide but mouth smiling in a confusing look of both surprise and excitement. He loves her to his very core, is pleased every time he looks upon her, be he cannot help but continually feel like he has failed her. His mother does not want them to fight, does not approve of it, and he has stood here (almost) arguing like the incapable child that he is for the opposite viewpoint. “Kei,” he says then, lovingly, as the panther rubs against him, lowering his nose to brush against the cat's head, perhaps. He thinks of him as an uncle, despite her differences, in addition to a babysitter and friend. “We were just gonna play, Mother,” he adds then, trying to cover for both him and his sister, hoping to save them from any trouble. But, if they were to get into trouble, Adie knows that he would take the fall for his sister. After all, if he can shield her from harm, she will like him more. At least, he hopes...

@[Zünden] @[Fraub] @[Kiara]