Was the lizard smiling at him? Could they even smile? Mesec wasn’t sure and maybe staring cross-eyed for this long was starting to affect his vision but he certainly got the impression of a smile. The gasp after his words caused his sight to flicker to Ros, had he said something to upset her? Maybe it was too much, re-affirming the idea that she was family to him, after she had lost someone that was actually family to her. He didn’t know, and he didn’t know what to do to make it better.

No one could quite make his heart restrict in the way that Ros did when she cried - whatever the cause of her tears. This being a rather new observation because he could not remember ever having seen his spunky little sister cry before and it was certainly not an experience he imagined either of them would like to happen again. Maybe it was just the rainwater, anyway, a little bit seeping down from that short mane of hers or sliding off of her horn. Yeah, that could be it.

She snorted and pulled away, taking the little lizard with her, and Mesec straightened back up. The nagging feeling that something was wrong didn’t quite leave him but it was put into the back of his head. The ‘Yeah, whatever’ was greeted with a grin, a stupidly happy grin, because that was exactly the reaction he expected so there was no need to say anymore on the subject. He didn’t pull that kid sister of his in for a hug or show any more of the swell of affection for her that was growing inside. Although, they weren’t really kids any more and, eventually, he was going to have to stop referring to her in such a way. Any last remaining shreds of foal-hood had melted off of both of them in the past year. They probably grew up faster than most, they had to. But however old they got, he couldn’t just shake the memory of her birth - when he promised Ophelia he’d protect their family.

He hadn’t been doing a very good job of that lately.

His question seemed to baffle Ros for a minute but Mesec waited patiently, assuming that she just hadn’t thought of something yet. But she managed, sort of, to answer. “Chico.” He repeated, testing out the name and sounding a lot more confident than Ros did herself about the name. “That’s a good name. Welcome to the family, Chico.”

A random thought crossed his mind then and he couldn’t help but voice it out loud. He knew so little about companions, and even less about lizards. “I wonder what it- uh, he eats.”

SORRY FOR THE WEIRD POST @[Roskuld]


I’m trying to find my direction home, ______________
A question of space, a matter of time, _______
I follow the stars until the first light.