The girl shies from Kirin at first, but then reaches out under Oswyn’s reassuring glances as Kirin accepts his gift. She smiles as the girl begins to explore, rushing about in the waves with a glee that only children experience. The girl will likely come to regret her easy trust in her mother, but no matter. By the time she figures it out, Oswyn will be long gone.
Suddenly, something familiar wafts towards her on the wind.
Oswyn’s eyes immediately light up as she wheels around, ecstatic to see an oh so familiar painted mare. “Mother!” How funny to run into here, but how fortuitous. The whole family finally together, minus her poor, dearest son.
She momentarily eyes the boy tagging along at Syntyche’s side, noting the wings, the horns, and the odd cloven hooves. Clearly mother has found another stallion worthy of assisting in continuing the family line. She may have to question her further.
She also doesn’t fail to notice the way that the boy’s eyes linger on Misra, and how Kirin’s eyes linger on boy and girl alike as he introduces them. Disgust threatens to rear its head, but she pushes it down. The most important thing is that her son’s blood proliferate - that he lives on, in a way, long after his removal from the world. Methods be damned.
“Perhaps I shall bring you more gifts in the future, should the opportunity arise.” Khaos must live on, no matter the cost. “But for now, I must be on my way.” While she is willing to donate to Kirin’s … deviancy, she is not particularly willing to watch it happen. Especially with her son’s body so near.
She walks to Misra as she plays in the waves, smiling softly. “Now, my dear. I want you to stay here with Kirin. I think he will take good care of you.” She presses her lips gently to the child’s cheek. “I will visit, don’t you worry.” And with a meaningful look at her mother (there are many things they should discuss), she turns to leave.
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