She doesn't know - she has no answers about the past, but somehow, she has noticed, just a few times now, she seems to know things that are, things that may be. Kirsi's golden palomino coat and wind-swept blue-trimmed mane had been in her mind's eye once before, and that vision had come true. The twins she sees with Svedka, knowing they are his and his alone (there is a god involved, and neither she nor Svedka would expect true parenthood from him) are just as real.
She doesn't speak of the fact that there are two. Good grief, she shouldn't have asked her question at all. She has no answers, other than that she sees in him how much he is traumatized. They've both stopped walking, at some point in the past time, while the girls have ventured farther away and she's glad for that fact. Now, the only thing she can do, is hold him, and hush him, and tell him it'll be alright. It has to be alright. It must be. "You'll be okay. We'll make it so." We, she says and she means it. His children have the right to live despite whomever sired them and how, and they will be beautiful, and if he feels like he can't raise them alone, then she'll be right here.
She's always been home here, for him and for whomever else needs it, and she isn't going to stop now.
wherever you go… bring me home?
@[Svedka] wow this was november? Sorry! I felt like wrapping it up so here's a closer ^^