Fate whispers to him,
"You cannot withstand the storm."
”You’re not exactly lacking…” At the gold’s teasing nod towards the twin’s kill, the pride grew terribly bright in the colt’s eyes for a moment. His blue eyes darted towards Kia’s, sharing their victory in silent glances as her flaming sheep slowly melted into normal flames as they calmed together, before he looked back to the Laurelin, “We taught that to ourselves,” his voice was smug, but also defiant. They taught that to themselves, not their parents. And if they could teach themselves this, surely they’d be grand pupils for this ominous, golden man.
”How did you grow to control the ash cloud?” His pride and bravado faltered slightly as his bright eyes glanced beneath the golden’s barrel at the still-shivering deer’s wary gaze. “Practice…but I don’t have total control of it, yet,” they ‘yet’ was said rashly, a promise that he would get total control over it. And then he would be a force to reckon with, indeed.
But, before his newfound bravado can steamroll into more bombastic replies, the tricky man is shimmering, moving—morphing? The colt instinctively sidled closer to his sister—not for protection or to be protected, but because together they were one; stronger, more complete. An ear flicked backward as her spinal flames crackled into a flock of birds, a physical manifestation of both of their surprise.
A black rimmed ear flicked sideways to catch her hushed words, “He looks exactly like you, Brother!” And his small head merely dipped in agreement, watchful eyes wide and glittering with… with excitement and wariness and ambition.
Kiada voice aloud his ambition, demanding the man teach them how to do such things. His small, black brows raise at her outburst, “Can you teach us?” his head cocked slightly, studying the man for a few long moments—eerily watchful for a colt so young.
He paused for a few more, long moments before slowly stepping forward nose outstretched as if to touch the Laurelin’s shrunken side that now mirrored the princeling’s body. Was it real? And suddenly his head whipped towards the man’s face, eyes bright and eager, “What other magics do you have? What magics do you want?” And that question, the latter question, was spoken rushed and with excitement, awaiting the answer.
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