who can you trust when everything you touch turns to gold Posted on April 4, 2025 at 10:16:37 PM by Mhidas
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The yearling preened as his mother's attention focused on him. His burnished gold patches gleamed in the sunlight as the colt shifted. Mhidas shook his head as he laughed, sending his ears and mane flopping as he did so. "Good!" The words were exuberant, despite his initial anxiety at the sound of her call; all worry forgotten.
"I found a cool lizard over there." The youngster gestured toward where he had been playing with a nod of his head. Part of the boy yearned to go after the scaly creature. He wanted to watch its clawed feet scurry over the sand, mimic the way it turned and looked at the gold colt and the sky above. Another part of him wanted to go and play with his brothers.
This thought led him to another, one that elicits a more sad, contemplative expression. "Do you think Warg is okay, Momma?" The question comes suddenly, bubbling honestly from the boy's pale lips. They haven't talked much about the older colt he had befriended while growing up in the Lagoon, but Mhidas missed romping through the undergrowth with him. Even if his mother hadn't liked it..