Before they would travel with the children and transport the entire family over to the Prairie, Nephilim decided there was one last individual he wanted to privately share the good news with. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he swam from the Peak shoreline to Luthien’s, energy still high despite his travels. As saltwater rolled off his painted body he charged up the coarse sand shore, flicking out his pale tail behind him and glancing up and then down the stretch of beach before looking inland.
There had been a time or two he’d been lucky enough to catch Vervain alone here, like that time not too long ago when he’d come to visit with Castillon and they’d been able to walk across the Prairie together. Normally quite straight-forward and not such a playful tease as his cousin, Nephilim had already come up with a handful of ideas for how he wanted to share the news with her. At present he was hoping to find her lingering at the beach so he could pretend he’d come to speak with Castillon about their boys, nothing out of the ordinary, and then casually he’d slip the fact in that… Oh, yeah, I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other soon since I’m going to be living here.
He couldn’t stop grinning as he thought of what her reaction might be.
Yet the shoreline was empty - Nephilim hadn’t noticed two figures far off in the ocean waves as he swam - and all he could see was some of the sand turned up and over a little down the way. He snorted and eyed it curiously, but ultimately decided it didn’t warrant investigation - probably just some young horses playing on the beach, sliding around and losing their footing or something like that. He charged onward into the Prairie, hoping he could still manage to go through with a way that would surprise her…
Then he took note of two figures up ahead. One he knew was Vervain’s mother, though he didn’t know her very well. The other, his uncle Zevulun.
He was sure Castillon had mentioned that he and Chati and their sons would be moving here, but maybe it would be a respectable gesture if he went up and informed Zevulun himself. Nephilim shook out his still-wet silvery pale hair and whinnied toward them, cheating his body in their direction to approach them head-on.
(He could pretend all he wanted, but Nephilim wanted to prove himself to Vervain’s dam. Plus, he could find a way to casually ask where Vervain was once he’d gotten the other pleasantries out of the way.)
“Zevulun, Daire,” he greeted them by name as he approached, offering a cordial smile that faltered only as Zevulun whipped his head to look at him and frowned, clearly not having expected to have seen him. Nonetheless, he continued, “I… um, was going to come make certain it was alright for myself and my family to come move here…” He could sense the panic between the two of them and trailed off rather quickly as he looked between them both. “Is everything okay?”
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