Drogon was not as large as Rem, who had a hand or two over most horses, but to the small pup there wasn’t much difference. Large was large. But despite his hesitations around other wolves the only thing that kept him on the porch was his mother commanding word. He wanted to prance between his hooves, to show the horse his best mimic of his species and play pretend. Black dipped paws would strut high in the air, his head held back and swaggering back and forth with an imaginary mane swaying right along with it. He could see himself dancing around the large horse, his little whinnies and neighs calling loudly to the skies. But here he needed to stay, planted on the porch steps. Alder wished that he a the very least had hands like his big brother, to touch the long nose and feel the short soft fur.
Alder exhaled as he spoke, baffled by all of this and still that this was indeed his brother and not some figment of his vivid imagination. Haven smiled, and so Alder grinned as well, though his was more sheepish. At the idea of the Knight, his big brother, handling a sword the puppy ear fell to his head. He didn’t know how to feel about this new knowledge. In his short life he had been raised to be passive, and because his nature was easy to accept this notion Alder had already taken it to heart. It was easy for him to forget that a Knight’s job was surrounded by violence. He focused on the bravery and the courage and riding around on a horse and saving others. But there needed to be something bad to save them from, and bad things didn’t just go away without a bit of pushing.
He knew what a sword was from the stories, and though it did scare him to think that there were creatures in the world that were scary enough that a weapon like that would be needed Alder still wanted to see it. He nodded his head, scraping together every bit of courage that he owned. The blue-eyed boy looked away for a moment, then when he felt comfortable with the question that he wanted to ask. Have yous safed mahny peoples? His speech was slaughtered by his puppy voice, but he looked up at his brother with wonderment.
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