05-26-2018, 01:42 PM
“Yes..” she murmurs with a laugh in her voice as the girl accidentally rolls onto her back, emotion thick in her voice. “You are like me..” But not only her, she resembles Klaudius quite a lot too. A perfect combination of them both, almost too perfect. Forever she would be a reminder of her father.
She shifts her weight slightly, but enough to press her hip back against the touch of his muzzle. Kylin simply cannot help it. In return, her own muzzle finds his neck to press against as he lowers his head to inspect their little miracle. “Kyveli” she tells him smiling. How could she not continue the family tradition and have her name start with a ‘K’? Her parents always had, and Klaudius’ twins have ‘K-names’ too. It seemed right. “She is, isn’t she?”
The birth should be a happy moment – which it was – but his distance hurts. She leans into his touch, but even in her happy post labour state, she does not miss his dismay. Next he leans away, and questions her with a look that freaking hurts. What was he referring to? Why did he look hurt? He is the one that had left. For Kyveli’s sake, he does not say a thing, but Kylin cannot get herself over if when he leans in and nuzzles her neck. Nonetheless, she leans in, sighing softly – content. Until his words reach her ears.
It is enough to make her pulls away, and direct her teary hazel eyes at him as hurt flashes over her face. Our family. Or is he really abandoning them? It surely sounds like that. Her heart hurts, and her stomach pulls together, but she does not say a thing. And Kyveli’s attempt to stand up effectively claims her attention. Hurt is not the only thing in her eyes, worry too, as she bends her neck to lightly touch the purple filly’s still damp rear. “Easy Kyli” she murmurs, as she shifts her weight to stand on four hooves, the only thing she can do to give her daughter support.
She notices how Kyveli is watching Klaudius, with Kylin standing in between them as a huge obstacle. A lump forms in her throat, which she desperately tries to swallow. “This is your father, little Kyveli” she murmurs, her hazel gaze locked on the purple ombre lavender girl. Softly she nudges her, trying to stir the girl in the direction of her utters, knowing she must be hungry.
@[Kyveli]
@[Klaudius]
She shifts her weight slightly, but enough to press her hip back against the touch of his muzzle. Kylin simply cannot help it. In return, her own muzzle finds his neck to press against as he lowers his head to inspect their little miracle. “Kyveli” she tells him smiling. How could she not continue the family tradition and have her name start with a ‘K’? Her parents always had, and Klaudius’ twins have ‘K-names’ too. It seemed right. “She is, isn’t she?”
The birth should be a happy moment – which it was – but his distance hurts. She leans into his touch, but even in her happy post labour state, she does not miss his dismay. Next he leans away, and questions her with a look that freaking hurts. What was he referring to? Why did he look hurt? He is the one that had left. For Kyveli’s sake, he does not say a thing, but Kylin cannot get herself over if when he leans in and nuzzles her neck. Nonetheless, she leans in, sighing softly – content. Until his words reach her ears.
It is enough to make her pulls away, and direct her teary hazel eyes at him as hurt flashes over her face. Our family. Or is he really abandoning them? It surely sounds like that. Her heart hurts, and her stomach pulls together, but she does not say a thing. And Kyveli’s attempt to stand up effectively claims her attention. Hurt is not the only thing in her eyes, worry too, as she bends her neck to lightly touch the purple filly’s still damp rear. “Easy Kyli” she murmurs, as she shifts her weight to stand on four hooves, the only thing she can do to give her daughter support.
She notices how Kyveli is watching Klaudius, with Kylin standing in between them as a huge obstacle. A lump forms in her throat, which she desperately tries to swallow. “This is your father, little Kyveli” she murmurs, her hazel gaze locked on the purple ombre lavender girl. Softly she nudges her, trying to stir the girl in the direction of her utters, knowing she must be hungry.
@[Kyveli]
@[Klaudius]