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I took your breath, you took my sorrow "AVE! INAVVA!" The dark youngling called into the wind, his wings beating hard to follow his dad as the dark stallion moved towards his sister. He touched down gracelessly, cantering toward the pair as they stood before the great tree. He was out of breathe, still not able to fly as fast or as high as the seasoned bloodrider. "What is this?" He asked the tall stallion, his gunmetal eyes looking up at him curiously. Stretching out his wings, Nizho placed one over Vastra, looking sideways at her. "Hey kid." He breathed, a cocked smile touching his still youthful features. Even though he was a fully grown stallion now, placed with the charge of learning the art of combat, he was still but a boy and a joyous older brother.
Flecked eyes moved over toward the tree and the feathers the two had placed there. "Oh. Ah!" A sudden realization hit him before his father could answer, and the young stallion reached down to the ground. He searched for only a moment before he found the perfect stone. Picking it up he placed it on a lower, thicker branch. "Asaavi loves stones. She has one for each of the horses in our family." Nizho said, nodding mostly to himself.
[Nizho offers a pretty stone!] |
Mentions Vastra and Einarr
