09-19-2018, 02:36 PM
Pregnancy had been, in short, absolute torture for her. She finally learned to fly and then she became too heavy for her wings to keep her in the air for more than just gliding. Still, she had lain awake some nights and marveled at the way her unborn son kicked and wiggled against her sides. Jenova had never considered what giving birth might be like, though, and it came as a rude awakening in the dead of night.
After hours of feeling like her hips were going to split apart, she had a little colt blinking up at her and flapping his infant wings. She marveled the little golden lines down his cheeks and the halo around his neck. After she licked him clean and kissed his forehead, he rolled onto his back and laughed at his own antics. Jen fell in love with the golden eyes lining the underside of his wings, with the squeaky sound of his voice asking a hundred questions a minute.
But now it’s time for him to meet his father, she thinks as she crests the hill with the child at her side. Ophanim tumbles into a heap of legs before stumbling up onto his little hooves. Jenova leans her head down and fusses with the strands of his mane, tugging the pale blue and golden locks into place. He huffs in annoyance and ducks away from her touch.
“You’re ruining it! I had it the way I like it!” he says as he shakes his head. But she only laughs and tucks her wing around him, pulling him close as he leans against her with a pout. Together, they descend the hill of the sandbar and finally cross into the borders of Ischia. Ophie occasionally pauses to shake the sand off his hooves but his mother doesn’t seem to mind the way the grains stick to her.
“Come on, little one. Today is an important day,” she says with a smile gracing her face. The bay and white boy hurries to catch up to her as they continue their search for Leilan.
After hours of feeling like her hips were going to split apart, she had a little colt blinking up at her and flapping his infant wings. She marveled the little golden lines down his cheeks and the halo around his neck. After she licked him clean and kissed his forehead, he rolled onto his back and laughed at his own antics. Jen fell in love with the golden eyes lining the underside of his wings, with the squeaky sound of his voice asking a hundred questions a minute.
But now it’s time for him to meet his father, she thinks as she crests the hill with the child at her side. Ophanim tumbles into a heap of legs before stumbling up onto his little hooves. Jenova leans her head down and fusses with the strands of his mane, tugging the pale blue and golden locks into place. He huffs in annoyance and ducks away from her touch.
“You’re ruining it! I had it the way I like it!” he says as he shakes his head. But she only laughs and tucks her wing around him, pulling him close as he leans against her with a pout. Together, they descend the hill of the sandbar and finally cross into the borders of Ischia. Ophie occasionally pauses to shake the sand off his hooves but his mother doesn’t seem to mind the way the grains stick to her.
“Come on, little one. Today is an important day,” she says with a smile gracing her face. The bay and white boy hurries to catch up to her as they continue their search for Leilan.
JENOVA
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying,
As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet.
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying,
As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet.