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The giving tree was something Tyrath had heard from the mouth of excited little foals whose mothers and fathers spoke of the great tree and the Earth God's kindly companion, the Earth Turtle. A tufted ear had carefully flickered in the voices direction at that particular note. While the notion of presents and celebrations didn't fail to elicit a pleasant grin from the ashen colt, companions fascinated him to no end. A companion of a God? Now that was worth listening in to, he was a budding stallion who drank richly from the waters of knowledge, however meager or outlandish each tale or snippet was. They painted a picture of a wizened old turtle, whose shell was painted in all manner of decorations, the imbued, magical-like ink shifted and changed with each blink, and it's kindly words and warmth touched even the most coldest heart. Needless to say, Tyrath's curiosity and excitement was captivated, and when he spied what he could only assume was the beginning of the festivities, he decided to tag along in the air. He landed with a soft crunch in the snow, his wings which had grown in leaps and bounds, far larger than his body indicated that the brute of a colt would ascend to monolithic heights, and join his father's own imposing standing. "Apa." His horned head dipped toward his father as he approached the tree and the wizened old turtle who stood beside it. "Mother." It's spoken with a gentleness often not found on his lips, his growing frame brought with it a growing and expanding mind. He regarded Aithniel for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to the Earth Turtle. He asked for them to decorate it with something of worth, and his head reached toward the mess of white and chocolate locks to pull at the iridescent golden scale tangled within the hair. "This is a scale from when I first discovered my magic," he explained, gently he placed it on the tree as though it was made from glass , a fragile and precious thing it was "I learned to defend myself that day, and that I had been born with a gift." "talk talk talk" These things I bury inside
to keep away from the light Don't you dare pray for me |
Tyrath decorates the tree with a Gold Dragon Scale.
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