The blind and foolish devotion she showed him was surprising, and he furrowed his brows while his face was hidden from her eyes, muzzle pressed to her forelock. How could she miss him? He had barely ever seen her, not wanting to run in to her mother again. Now that he looked, though, the child's mother was barely around, having abandoned their child. She would pay, for leaving his daughter all by herself in a strange herd, and he felt strange fingers of protectiveness curling around his gut. Was that love? He honestly doubted that emotion was so wholly angry and jealous, so he dismissed the thought entirely.
When she asked to become fire, he laughed a little, and shook his head. "You can already do that Isra, feel," he murmured. Using his light to bring out her own power, he turned her into a pillar of flame and she appeared at his side instead of directly in front of him. The golden eyed stallion curved his neck down then, and he smiled. "Anytime you want to travel without flight, to appear anywhere, instantly, all you have to do is summon that feeling of fire, and you will be where you imagine." He told her this quietly, in a gentle way. He had to appear perfect, to the child. She would be his weapon. "Or do you mean at will?" he questioned curiously, wondering what exactly she wanted if she could already travel instantly around Helovia.
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