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06-11-2013, 03:09 PM
An ear tilted as the filly's choice chimed out the facts that the grulla mare had already presumed, dark eyes tilting up in a wondering glance toward her unwitting grandsire. He seemed taken aback, hard pressed to wrap his mind around the fact that his daughter had produced this child with the General of the Throat. It was something that threatened to make the Wild Rose chuckle aloud, but instead she reverted her attention back to the gold and black filly.
The smallest of sideways steps was taken, leaning an ashen shoulder into the filly's reaching hooves in silent acceptance of the touch and curious inquiry. "Yes, Zaffre is mine, just as I am his." The accident-prone colt remains silent so Smoke tips her head back to watch as the dragon leans precariously from her withers to sniff at the winged foal, wings flared and tail swaying to maintain his balance.
Likely that swaying tail would have bumped into Paladin had the Valiant not shifted away, first for comfort's sake and then because of yet another foal appearing on the shoreline. His movement drew Smoke's attention, making her glance away from his granddaughter to observe in silent curiousity.
The colt was of an age with the already present two, and was evidently known by Paladin, who spoke his name and inquired after his mother with just a hint of concern. An assessing glance was cast over the dark dappled coat of the colt, noting the telltale markings of a dun and the token white in his tail. There was nothing in particular to proclaim his heritage, but at the same time Smoke wondered. Just how many children did Paladin have?
The smallest of sideways steps was taken, leaning an ashen shoulder into the filly's reaching hooves in silent acceptance of the touch and curious inquiry. "Yes, Zaffre is mine, just as I am his." The accident-prone colt remains silent so Smoke tips her head back to watch as the dragon leans precariously from her withers to sniff at the winged foal, wings flared and tail swaying to maintain his balance.
Likely that swaying tail would have bumped into Paladin had the Valiant not shifted away, first for comfort's sake and then because of yet another foal appearing on the shoreline. His movement drew Smoke's attention, making her glance away from his granddaughter to observe in silent curiousity.
The colt was of an age with the already present two, and was evidently known by Paladin, who spoke his name and inquired after his mother with just a hint of concern. An assessing glance was cast over the dark dappled coat of the colt, noting the telltale markings of a dun and the token white in his tail. There was nothing in particular to proclaim his heritage, but at the same time Smoke wondered. Just how many children did Paladin have?
