Kianzo

Sharp, intensely blue gaze bores into his sister from his hidden place among the shifting, sandy dunes. So focused is his attention that he does not see any others anymore. His mother and father are figures forgotten amid the sea of other equines because @Kiada is there, talking to another. His eyes narrow, it is the same colt that they both accosted in the meadow so long ago; Ashamin’s son, @Ru’in . And foxes leap on her back—foxes? Never has he seen foxes. And he has seen all of Kia’s flaming creatures; or so he had thought.

His black-marked jaw clenches, black rimmed ears pinning flush with his skull as he watches his other half reach out to the tusk-mouthed monster—and share some new, personal fire-creatures with him. It was clear, to the colt in that moment, that Kiada had found a substitute for him quite easily. And so he steeled his glare away from the two foals, turning his eyes to this strange sea-equine-conglomeration that spoke of diving beneath the waves.

And the dark prince squared his shoulders, getting ready to accept whatever challenge and win whatever thing there was to win. Because winning felt good. Triumphing over others, stealing their hopes with his victory, felt good. And he wanted to feel good in the wake of Kia’s betrayal.

But the air in front of him was morphing, growing hazy—what? His nostrils flare, a familiar scent wafting into them before suddenly a little copper mare was there, “Goldie?” His shocked question sounded before she threw something over him with a quick smile on her beautifully elegant face. Nonplussed blues met amused greens, before he was invisible.

Or, at least, nearly invisible. And then @Bellisma spoke again, gesturing to @Tae as she said she’d prefer to get this back at the end. And then she was gone, trotting towards the sea. It would be a lie to say that the thought of disappearing (literally) with this handy, invisible armor didn’t cross his mind. He already greatly disliked (hated, really) the girl with her wolves. Their unpleasant interaction on the Flats still fresh in his mind. And, suddenly, warmth bloomed in his barrel at Goldie—she had stolen from the girl he despised. Though he already had felt… ‘warmly’ towards the copper mare, now he was actually fond of her.

And, while the colt tried to make sense of the new, strangely warm feelings, sand was thrown onto him. His ears pinned and neck snaked out—only to stop his snappy retort to the blue pegasus, @Sunjata , because he was invisible. So he waited and watched to see what would happen, hidden beneath stolen goods.

There is no such thing as ready.
There is only now.