Slightly too large ears twitched and swiveled on top of the head to catch the sound of approaching footsteps. As they came to a halt, eyelids cracked open reluctantly and revealed the arrivals to a pair of curious albeit tired blue eyes; with a slight snort Kamien raised the head from his thin front knees and looked between the mares and the stallion.
He didn't quite follow the meaning of the words the adults exchanged, and the situation was making him slightly suspicious. This was obviously not Mother, even though they smelled somewhat similar to one another. Warm, safe, sweet from milk. Like Mother, this one also lacked the large feathered appendages by the side, and for a moment he tilted the head while considering this similarity. Not the same, though. No horn jutted from the forehead of this one, no slender tail slithered around the hocks. He wasn't sure what to make of it. The surprisingly steady gaze of the colt turned to the smaller sized horse as she came barreling toward the God - or was it to him? He watched, ever silent how she seemed to become aware of the difference in size between her and the massive stallion, only to retreat and hide in the shadow of her dam. He twitched an ear, puzzled by the reaction. Didn't she know that the muzzle of Him was both warm and comforting? Next to Mother it was the best thing he knew. No other shadow could possibly be so relaxing to lie in, so much that he didn't feel the need to get up on the tired feet and be wary and alert at all.
He was still mulling over the actions of the miniature when something passed between the mother and daughter, that propelled the little fawn back toward him again. Vivid eyes turned to her, focusing on the small frame as she came over and slumped down onto the ground. Wings. There was no way he could miss them, because she quite blatantly displayed them to him before she lowered herself beside him. They were feathered, like his own, but it wasn't what caught his attention so much as the fact that she had two pairs of them. Where had she gotten the second pair? Maybe a bird gave them to her, maybe she stole them from another winged horse. They seemed awfully warm and comfy though, with the way they folded around her sides in a two-fold layer. Kamien ogled them jealously for a while as the warmth from the girl slowly penetrated the air between them and spread through his own feathered coat.
A small black nose reached out, nosing her shoulder and neck suspiciously. A girl. The first being he saw that was his own size and looked somewhat like himself. Her voice was soft and bright, like the birds chirping when morning came. The words she spoke was strange, but somehow easier to understand than those of the adults. He tasted one of them with the tongue, rolled it in the mind and then let it ring out into the air, unsure of the real meaning behind it.
"Brother." What was a brother? It was something he was to her, obviously, but what, more specifically? He pondered it, with a quiet seriousness that was the core of his very being.
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