He'd watched Faolan, idly, his fingers toying with a piece of grass.
In his mind, he saw a spindly colt, staggering, falling. Running. Loki's laughter, leaning one hand on a splintered wooden post as the fence spreads out to the west. Come here, come here and the happy neigh and warm whuff into Loki's neck. My son, son of my flesh and blood.
If nothing else, it distracted him.
He bowed his head and waited, listened to the less-than-subtle whisper and rush of Faolan's movements. And when the boy leaped, he dissolved to smoke, and it was a magpie that fluttered away, hopped just out of reach, twittered in challenge.
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In his mind, he saw a spindly colt, staggering, falling. Running. Loki's laughter, leaning one hand on a splintered wooden post as the fence spreads out to the west. Come here, come here and the happy neigh and warm whuff into Loki's neck. My son, son of my flesh and blood.
If nothing else, it distracted him.
He bowed his head and waited, listened to the less-than-subtle whisper and rush of Faolan's movements. And when the boy leaped, he dissolved to smoke, and it was a magpie that fluttered away, hopped just out of reach, twittered in challenge.