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Dragomir Posts: 275
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Bunnie
#1

The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

Dragomir enjoyed being a stepfather and foster father as much as he’d ever enjoyed anything.  Though certainly less active than many would be with the children, he did watch them, and as he did so, he took note of how both Letha and Geronimo were growing, and evolving.  He learned what games they liked to play, where they preferred to fall down for their naps, and sometimes, even managed to glean a favorite color, or food.  Rarely, though, could he be seen actively communicating with them; likely because he was rarely seen communicating with anyone.
 
So, when his own children had been born into the world, Dragomir had, in part, been expecting the relationship to be much like that with his other children.  It had not been so; no sooner had he seen them, than his whole perspective had changed.
 
He loved them, the man knew, from then until forever; he loved them with all of his heart, with every fiber he had, and, though he loved Letha and Geronimo, too, there was something about the twins, his twins, that had captured the man entirely.  Unhealthy, winged, they were all the things that the boy who’d first come to this land might have disdained, but…
 
Now they reminded him of Ranjiri.  He did not see Gabriel’s bent legs, or Requiem’s spare cluster of feathers jetting out the side of her regular one.  What he saw was their love, and, as such, he was eager to tend to it.
 
So we find the man wandering the beach, his many children and beloved woman not far; refuges, again, but blissfully unaware.  He has just finished handing Gabriel his tiger mask, the bone earning a tentative glance from his shy son.  However, the boy does grasp it, and with his father’s help, it is tied into place upon his face, where it sits looking ludicrously large, and out of place. With a chuckle that reaches down the beach, the tricolored man smiles, and feels his heart well with warmth.
 
Ah, it suits you, my boy, he grins, touching Gabriel’s soft, dark hair with his lips in a cheerful gesture, before angling his attentions toward a pile of stones, tell me, do those rocks there look different to you now?

 [ OOC: don't mind me just threading with meself xD ]

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Gabriel Posts: 3
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Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.3 :: Newborn
Bunnie
#2
Gabriel was not brave.

He clung to the sides of either his sire, his dam, or his siblings, and this particular afternoon, it was Dragomir he haunted. His father, of course, did not mind, but Gabriel was also not apt to take it for granted. Meeting the light blue eyes of his father with a happy smile, he lifts his face to allow the straps to be tucked beneath his chin and tied; feeling it wobble as he moves, the boy is only vaguely aware it’s massively oversized.

His father’s mirthful amusement, then, sort of stings, but the child smiles regardless, his tail wobbling behind him in a foal’s manner, wondering what it is that is so funny as he follows his sire’s eyes towards the stones he’s talking about.

They had passed them on the way through; ordinary, was what Gabriel might have called them, before, but now, through the eyes of the Tigress, they seemed about the same, except for a few. Somewhat transparent, glittering things were hidden inside of them, which he definitely had not noticed on his way through.

Whoa!” the colt exclaims, looking back at Dragomir with wonderment, “what’s that stuff inside ‘em?

@Requiem @Letha
[ OOC: Speed threading to get some things settled. Feel free to jump in but I'ma be rolling <3 ]

Dragomir Posts: 275
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Bunnie
#3

The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

Watching his son discover this magic for the first time, the stallion feels a contentment within him that is not often present. The salty wind gently tangles by them, and the boy himself is small and perfect amidst the serenity of the beach, and its gently lapping waves. Dragomir is about to steal another glimpse of his bride and daughter when Gabriel’s voice reaches forth, enthusiasm netted into the notes.

Metal, he says, nodding.

Smiling with lifted ears, the stallion takes steps towards the rock pile, hoping his son will come along after, so that they can sort through the stones. Though his pouches are quite full with metal laden rocks, Dragomir would like to share his knowledge with his boy, now that he has one to share it with. His father had tried to do the same with his tricolored son, of course, but the Steadfast had soon discovered that his son was not much of a warrior.

Dragomir was his mother’s son, which, of course, was not always a bad thing; Dragomir was inquisitive, kind, and brave. It had meant, however, that the relationship between he and Adalwulf had probably not been one that filled his sire with as much joy as the one Dragomir shared with Gabriel, now. There had been joy, of course, but joy spread among many long, tired sighs, and restless nights wondering what would become of his son.

Gabriel was to make things; Dragomir knew this in his bones, though he didn’t know how or why. He, of course, also wondered if all men felt this way about their children, imposing their dreams upon them, but each lesson involving crafting with his young children had drawn a wealth of their interest, and they had talent already, even being young as they were.

Arriving at the pile of rocks and looking back at Gabriel with a grin, Dragomir jostles loose a few he knows to hold metal, and what kind.

This reddish one here has iron in it, he explains, while this strange, spongy-looking blackish one is copper. And this one…

It’s a volcanic rock, but the stallion has a suspicion about it, mostly because it’s so round, in shape. Lifting his large hoof and slamming it down with a powerful swing, the stone splits open, revealing shining bands of silver.

Is from a volcano, but fire and earth makes all sorts of things, he explains, this metal is called silver.

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Gabriel Posts: 3
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Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.3 :: Newborn
Bunnie
#4
Metal…” Gabriel repeats slowly, looking at the shiny buckles on his dad’s leather harness, and then back at the rocks.  He’s still thinking about all the things he’s seen that are metal (and that metal is really just a rock, what a conundrum) when Dragomir makes his way towards the pile of stones.  It’s not until the tall man appears in the calico colt’s line of vision that Gabriel realizes they are on the move, and with a sudden jolt of fear in his heart, he hurries after his father.

Well, as best as a boy like Gabriel can, anyway.  His bent hind legs move disobediently behind him as he quickly walks to catch up, his wings occasionally flying out alongside him for balance, when he tries to walk too fast, and, sometimes, he simply has to just stop all together.  Gritting his teeth against the pain in his ankles, the boy looks down, to disguise the grimaces that occasionally mar his innocent happiness.

By the time he makes it the short distance to the pile of stones, he is winded, but hides it.  Trying his best to breathe deeply but level, so as not to worry his father and distract from the lesson, the boy is eternally grateful to be standing still again.  He does, however, listen; his ears perk up, and his orange eyes happily observe and note the differences in the rocks.  Occasionally, he has to nudge the tiger mask back into place with his knee, but for the most part, he’s surprisingly still and studious for one so young.  With a gasp of surprise and wonder when his father smashes the soft volcanic rock, Gabriel is delighted to see the silver within, and quietly says, “whoa,” again, to himself.

What about this one?” asks the colt, taking a step forward and grabbing one of the obviously metal content rocks (to his magically enhanced eyes, anyway), and rolling it towards his dad; it was mostly black, with some orangeish yellow color to it.  It was also dirty, but Gabriel thought that it might be a bit shiny, too.

Dragomir Posts: 275
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Bunnie
#5

The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

Trying his best to not react to his son’s struggle, the stallion quietly asks himself what he might do for him that he has not tried already. The splints he had created for the boy’s legs hurt too much, and, besides, the healers had all but insisted they would right themselves over time, before turning their attention to Requiem’s wing, which would not. What Dragomir did know was that coddling Gabriel, and helping him to do such simple things as walk through sand, would do very little for him in the long run.

He also knew it was painful to see someone you loved suffering, and to be unable to help them.

So, when his good natured child arrives alongside him, the crafter does his best to keep the mood light, and to focus on the task which his son has successfully made it to, on his own, rather than the struggle it had been to get here. Smiling gladly to himself that it works, the man turns his attention on the new stone Gabriel has found, looking at it for a while with furrowed brows, before picking it up, and plunking it into the shallows.

Retrieving it, fuzzy muzzle dripping with salty water, the stallion rubs it vigorously on his foreleg, revealing a myriad of small, crystal like shapes that sparkle with a vibrant, sunlit color.

Well, look at that, Gabriel, says Dragomir with a grin, meeting his son’s eyes after he returns it to the beach, and realizes what it is, you’ve struck gold!


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Gabriel Posts: 3
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Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.3 :: Newborn
Bunnie
#6
With a gasp of horror as his father seemingly puts the stone to sea, Gabriel curses his slow legs as he makes two stumbling, hurried ambles towards the shore. No sooner does he nearly fall over than his dad is coming back, though, with the rock clearly in his grasp. Righting himself quickly, the colt feigns to have been simply curiously watching, rather than suspicious of foul play.

Ears lifted, the boy is eager to know what metal it is. Mouthing a cheerful “oooh,” as the pretty rock lands on the gritty ground, he more slowly returns to the nearby pile of stones (where his father has returned it) to get a better look at it. Its very sparkly, just like Gabriel had suspected, and the color especially makes him think of his mom and twin.

Is it special?” inquires the boy with a grin, mask wobbling comically as his head suddenly sweeps up to meet his father’s tall gaze. Well, other than making him think of the most important people in his life, of course.


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