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11-16-2016, 07:26 PM
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mathèo
"Mother!" Unlike Tyrath, Mathèo had no apprehensions about his Mother, her affection for him, or his place with regards to her. He was perfectly content with her style of communal raising, and, given his early piety towards the Sun God (who also happened to be his grandsire), was happy to place his needs beneath the duties and obligations that his Mother had due to her birth. The sun drenched boy had watched eagerly as his mother had taken on Sikeax, and if he was being honest, felt no small amount of relief that the former Sultana had seemingly given up her crown willingly. Or, if not willingly, at least she didn't fight for it. His mother was strong, he knew that. He also knew that she would have likely triumphed, but perhaps due to his youthfulness, young Thèo wasn't necessarily in any rush to see his mother unnecessarily maimed, even if it was for the larger good. "You did it!" He beamed, cheeks pressed into tight circles as a smile that was almost too large for his face, broke out. The ashen colt's sea-green gaze sparkled with pride and delight as he halted near Aithniel's side, gazing up at her with a respectfulness tempered by joy. ->I knew you could<- He thought towards her, having gotten a better grasp on his mental communications. Despite his age, Thèo was very aware of who his mother was within the herd (now more than ever), as well as a rough understanding of the Dragon's Throat political system. As such, he nimbly stepped out of Aithniel's spotlight, allowing her the opportunity to continue running the meeting, as well as the herd. Standing in a magical spotlight of his own, Thèo gazed through the crowd, wondering if Luther or Iskra might arrive. Luther certainly should be here for this, but it would be great if Iskra showed up too. ->LUTHER? LUTHER COME HERE!<- Thèo mentally shouted, imagining his twin and projecting the thought mentally towards him. If he was within a few meters, Thèo's call should get through. If he was farther away, then perhaps the ruckus of the assembled crowd would draw him out. |
