I am not like any ordinary world
There are no limits to where an orphan boy will roam. He lets the winds guide him and roams, foraging upon berries and leaves as he goes. The boy bears no bag with which to carry fruit. But why does he need to when the magic of time is at his fingertips? If a plant is not ready to bear fruit. Leonidas charms it and like a spell it grows and flourishes, bearing fruit so an orphan boy will not starve.It is the turning season that brings the boy to the edge of Terrastella. There might have been recognition in his gaze, that this is where he spent most of his early years - yet there is nothing like that within his eyes. Nimble and light the boy traverses the landscape. He is swift as a swallow with his gilded wings. The woodland has taught the boy well, he bears the fruits of a life int he woodland across his small frame. Vines rich and green wrap about his throat, in his hair ivy grows wild and free. The ends of his mane are sundrenched as if he somehow dipped it within sunlight itself.
Already his antlers are beginning to turn. Their gold is growing darker, parts turning to gold dust as autumn lays her command (to perish) across the land. Leonidas eats like a boy about to hibernate, yet his coat is already turning, readying itself for the cool winds that approach, chasing the summer warm away.
His nose brings him to the apple trees, an orchard overflowing. He skips a line of those waiting to enter. A feral boy has no idea of decorum. The orchard welcomes the time-boy in. It lets him pluck an apple from a tree and then another and another. It is easier to build a store now than exhaust himself by charming plants to bear him fruit in deepest winter. He takes no seed to replant, he does not know to. A stranger stops him and the boy bears his teeth, leonine. His sunbright eyes are already searching for an escape. He spots one and lunges, yet the stranger catches his wing. The boy cries, he howls lupine and outraged and hurting. Wildly he thrashes in the grip of the stranger, until he frees from his hair a wickedly sharp shard of a blade. Time magic glints along its fractured edge as the boy brandishes it threateningly.
@Asterion - family reunion - I am so readyyy <3
