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As Dresden walked with her foals to the meadow, she watched her son help his sister. It brought a smile to her face. She could relax a bit. Their daughter was born with wing wings; honestly, rather splendid wind wings. Her little Elsie-doll was going to grow up to be a heartbreaker one day. Of course, it would have been preferable if she'd taken after her brother... but, then again, maybe it was better this way. Non-Kalona didn't tend to trust Kalona. This way, she could have any boy she pleased. And Azazel was such a good brother. Such a good boy. She was just pleased as punch with these two; no mother could have produced better children. Grinning gently, she nudged them into the field of grass. "Now that Elsa's decided to join us, you two can actually play. You don't have to drag her around any more, darling boy. Go have fun!"

She watched and wondered which one of them looked more like her when she was small. Azazel certainly had her colors and eyes... but she could see something of her body structure in Elsa. She didn't really remember; she'd never gotten a good look at herself, and her mother had left a few days after she was born. It was always something of a mystery to her exactly why the mare left, and perhaps more puzzling, why she waited to leave. She would very much have liked to get to know the mare... and the stallion who sired her. And her siblings, if she had any. She didn't know if she did or not. She envied the children- the two were lucky to have each other. Somebody to watch your back in this world, somebody related by blood... though she knew how easily brother could turn against brother, or sister against sister, a pair like this might be nigh inseparable. Might be useful in the future; there were horses like her in the world, after all. She didn't want to see her children get hurt. Her children hurting others? That was fine, but nobody was gonna harm them. Not while she's around.

Ever since his sister had emerged from her basket, Azazel had been ridiculously overprotective. He hovered, constantly, tail flicking in agitation if it seemed like any harm was going to befall his sibling; a rouge branch was snapped off in his mouth to make the path clear, teeth were bared at a curious but otherwise harmless squirrel when it peeked out of the brush at them. While it was a brotherly love his felt for his sister, he couldn't quantify it at such a young age, especially not considering it was so mingled with possession; she was his. Had always been, and would always be. He'd known from the moment he'd been old enough to drag her basket around by his teeth that if anything came of it, it would be his.

And he was very, very pleased with his sister. She stuck by him, which he required; looked to him for cues and knowledge, which only made sense. He was older, and though he hadn't been in the world that much longer than her, he certainly knew more than she did. He was stronger, too, and would only continue to grow the older he got, so it was best if she realized now that she needed to rely on him to protect her.

Head high, he glanced from side to side, extending a wing to halt his sister, though it was hardly necessary. "Let's go swimming."

For such a young colt, his tone was confident, commanding. He was already fairly good at it, though he didn't go into the more powerful bends in the river just yet. He would take his sister to a gentle part, of course, and teach her how to swim.

Glancing back to her, he grinned a little, sharp fangs peeking from between his lips. "I'll teach you how."

While Azazel might have found it annoying to have his mother hovering, the fact that she allowed him to do whatever he want and simply kept an eye on him kept his temper at bay. He liked having free reign, and his mother often praised him for how well he looked after his sister, which in turn pleased him enough that his temper tantrums had been less and less lately. Still, he wouldn't hesitate to raise his voice if he thought that it was necessary.

At the moment, it wasn't.

He paused by the water's edge, leaning over to scowl at his reflection. Narrowed, glowing green eyes met his, considering, before he reached out and stuck the surface with a cloven hoof, sending his image spiraling into a million different directions. The water was chilly, but not too cold... still, it might be too cold for his sister.

"I'll go in first," he said, bending down so that he could rub his face on his leg. "If it's too cold, you can't go in."

The last thing he needed was his sister catching a cold. Hmph.