Gaze intensely looks far beyond their normal scope. Partially squinting to account for the distance. He has small hope that she will turn, or even pause. How could he blame her? He has clearly loved another, but he loves so many. It is just his way. Love should not be restricted. His love for Kylin may be their blood connection but he wanted so bad to believe it was more. Slowly he was realizing that perhaps she couldn't love him solely. That her love was also unrestricted. Flowing freely to many. Maybe not in a physical way, as much as his has been, but he had seen evidence of it. The way she had touched the Kelpie King that one afternoon reminded him that he was not the first she had given a piece of her heart to. Probably not the last either...
It was the arrival of him at her side on the western isles that he had tasted the scent of the scaled beast upon her once again. Ivars' return was as apparent on her lavender flesh, as the sweat from birthing their child. The child was purple and breathtaking, just like her mother. Just like him. He wished so badly that she had agreed to return to Tephra with him, but wishing was for the stars that had not appeared that eve. Again he had to leave them. Kylin had her family she had always wished for. A special place within his heart would remain hers and another their daughters, Kyveli...
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That is when he had come back, to find the bay mare giving birth to twins. Precious girls. That is also when she is leaving them and he is calling her name. Commanding desperation floating upon the air between them. Then he sees the hesitation. Her turning and marching with scouring eyes. He deserved that didn't he? Though the threatening posture would usually cause him to back off, this time he stands his ground. Firmly, hooves planted beside their children. He didn't want to believe she would cause them harm out of spite, but she was threatening to starve them...
Venom laced words are spat in his face. The smallest filly jolts up out of fright at the harsh tones. Lavender ears lay back upon his poll as his silver gaze meets hers. The wings at his sides shift in anticipation of what may come next. Finding his voice he attempts a cool demeanor even still, "She is not mine..." The words stab him like a dagger in the heart. Deep down he thinks he has known it all along. It feels good to say though. To hear the very words he has only been able to keep inside. The reality causes his eyes to soften in sadness. Has he really given up?
@[Mosrael] he has a moment of reflection which includes Ky birthing thread in case that's not clear