08-13-2018, 10:27 PM
The Queens have been busy with their hoard of children, almost hilariously so. Having only raised three children, and each decades apart, I'm almost without sympathy; but that's not to say that I'm without pride. Yes, I am proud of my daughters, and most certainly impressed, too. In the shadows of our willow grove, Insignificance and I laugh together about the thought of having raised three children at once - never mind three, and three older ones who are still relatively dependent. She is good to me, that one; good, and growing older by the minute...
I leave her today with Rhaegor by my side. While I love all my grandchildren equally, the little mute is closest to my heart. His handicap leaves a sour taste in my mouth and a twist in my gut, but somehow and sadly, it's fitting; the defect skips a generation and has yet to run out of our family's genetics, it would seem. My father was mute, and my first son Bergamot is mute as well; now, Kagerus' son. I often blamed myself for the passing on of this trait in my youth, but in my elderliness, I find more doting within myself than any self-blame.
"Who are we meeting?" Came the colt's tiny, whispy voice. My gaze falls down to him lovingly, mouth finding the scruff of his forelock. There's a secret smile on my lips; the defect must be receding slowly, for this little mute is capable of some speech when with those he devotedly trusts. I am lucky to be one of those people. Shaking myself from this thought, I raise my lips and reply, eyes going to the horizon where lies the border which we gradually approach.
"Your great-uncle Rodrik. He looks rather funny, but I know you can deal with it. Your mother invited him to meet you in her dreams; she knows that it would be important and special to him to meet you. You're named after our father, your great-grandfather, though I know you know that. But come; he will be here soon, so put on your game face."
"I always have my game face on."
Grinning and chuckling throatily, I come to rest in a small basin along the rolling hills of Hyaline's southern entrance. We both lower our golden heads (buckskin, though I am greying terribly) to graze, and occasionally, I lift mine to scan for my broken-souled brother, he whom I have subtly taken care of since before I can remember. There's a nervous energy as we wait; but most of all, anticipation.
@[Rodrik]
I leave her today with Rhaegor by my side. While I love all my grandchildren equally, the little mute is closest to my heart. His handicap leaves a sour taste in my mouth and a twist in my gut, but somehow and sadly, it's fitting; the defect skips a generation and has yet to run out of our family's genetics, it would seem. My father was mute, and my first son Bergamot is mute as well; now, Kagerus' son. I often blamed myself for the passing on of this trait in my youth, but in my elderliness, I find more doting within myself than any self-blame.
"Who are we meeting?" Came the colt's tiny, whispy voice. My gaze falls down to him lovingly, mouth finding the scruff of his forelock. There's a secret smile on my lips; the defect must be receding slowly, for this little mute is capable of some speech when with those he devotedly trusts. I am lucky to be one of those people. Shaking myself from this thought, I raise my lips and reply, eyes going to the horizon where lies the border which we gradually approach.
"Your great-uncle Rodrik. He looks rather funny, but I know you can deal with it. Your mother invited him to meet you in her dreams; she knows that it would be important and special to him to meet you. You're named after our father, your great-grandfather, though I know you know that. But come; he will be here soon, so put on your game face."
"I always have my game face on."
Grinning and chuckling throatily, I come to rest in a small basin along the rolling hills of Hyaline's southern entrance. We both lower our golden heads (buckskin, though I am greying terribly) to graze, and occasionally, I lift mine to scan for my broken-souled brother, he whom I have subtly taken care of since before I can remember. There's a nervous energy as we wait; but most of all, anticipation.
@[Rodrik]