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aquila
Scaled ears twitched, “’Uncle’?” Her question was aimed to Ros; she understood the common tongue relatively well, and (to her) the term was a masculine one, while Ros smelled female. However, with a glance at her stout body, there was little else effeminate about the strikingly-marked mare, so with a dismissive shrug of her scaled shoulders, the Akvian continued drawing the too-large vertebra through the deepening sand dunes. She would never fully understand these land-dwellers.
A too-large gaze was spared at the sunbeam colt, studying him closely in the wake of such exuberant, carefree responses to her astringent demeanor. Though the militant mare was not entirely aware of how astringent her disposition could come across to others, she did know that in her current, exhausted state she had been referred to as ‘insubordinate’ by her superiors in Akvo. So she could only surmise that her current attitude had no bearing on the colt.
And that, as her close and wide-eyed study of Matheo hinted, she found surprising. So, as was her way, she simple said, “You glow like brilasanto. They catch prey with their light. Will you, brilasanito?”
She started, ridges undulating once, at the sudden, loud bark of laughter from Ros. Her overlarge eyes rolled towards the Sparklight, questioning the outburst of laughter, but nodding at the mare’s directive. Then, with a soft snort, the Akvian finally offered—though why, she wasn’t entirely certain why, “I am Aquila.”
brilasanto = anglerfish
brilasanito = little anglerfish
A too-large gaze was spared at the sunbeam colt, studying him closely in the wake of such exuberant, carefree responses to her astringent demeanor. Though the militant mare was not entirely aware of how astringent her disposition could come across to others, she did know that in her current, exhausted state she had been referred to as ‘insubordinate’ by her superiors in Akvo. So she could only surmise that her current attitude had no bearing on the colt.
And that, as her close and wide-eyed study of Matheo hinted, she found surprising. So, as was her way, she simple said, “You glow like brilasanto. They catch prey with their light. Will you, brilasanito?”
She started, ridges undulating once, at the sudden, loud bark of laughter from Ros. Her overlarge eyes rolled towards the Sparklight, questioning the outburst of laughter, but nodding at the mare’s directive. Then, with a soft snort, the Akvian finally offered—though why, she wasn’t entirely certain why, “I am Aquila.”
brilasanto = anglerfish
brilasanito = little anglerfish
the ocean is everything to be
fierce, wild, and free
fierce, wild, and free
@Mathèo!
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