-Raeg'n-
Carwyn, she greeted in pleased surprise with bright eyes, the name coming forth easily as she didn't really know many people. Ruan chased a ways behind her in their game. She was preparing him for what training she knew, beginning first with strengthening his body. She'd poke and prod him, shove him off balance and leap away with a laugh. She'd coax him into chasing her, or she would be the one to chase after him, nipping playfully at his rump to push him harder or easing back to boost his confidence with success.
One day, he would be powerful.
One day, he would be his own weapon if he wished to be.
As he caught up to her, she shifted to the side to introduce them, amber eyes lit with pride and pleasure.
Carwyn, this is my boy Ruan. He would not always be just a boy, and still the tag stuck to him. Not to belittle him, but simply because that is what he was for now, a boy. A growing boy, with a great deal more strength to him than he'd had when they met. Even a little taller, maybe. And certainly not boy as in her child, she was obviously still too young to have her own and probably never would. Could she even bear children? She wasn't sure, and wasn't interested in considering it.
This is Carwyn, she said to him, passing her navy velvet over the sheen of sweat on his neck. She liked how it darkened his silver-gray like clouds of an overcast sky. Yes, perhaps he was just a bit taller. She forced her attention back to the blue-painted roan.
Do you live here in Nerine now? she asked. The two of them had skimmed the border many times, and had since learned the name of the land that cut off the wasteland with a river wall. A source of play, that river, where they drank or galloped through, leapt over or splashed in. She enjoyed those times. She enjoyed when his face lit up.
One day, he would be powerful.
One day, he would be his own weapon if he wished to be.
As he caught up to her, she shifted to the side to introduce them, amber eyes lit with pride and pleasure.
Carwyn, this is my boy Ruan. He would not always be just a boy, and still the tag stuck to him. Not to belittle him, but simply because that is what he was for now, a boy. A growing boy, with a great deal more strength to him than he'd had when they met. Even a little taller, maybe. And certainly not boy as in her child, she was obviously still too young to have her own and probably never would. Could she even bear children? She wasn't sure, and wasn't interested in considering it.
This is Carwyn, she said to him, passing her navy velvet over the sheen of sweat on his neck. She liked how it darkened his silver-gray like clouds of an overcast sky. Yes, perhaps he was just a bit taller. She forced her attention back to the blue-painted roan.
Do you live here in Nerine now? she asked. The two of them had skimmed the border many times, and had since learned the name of the land that cut off the wasteland with a river wall. A source of play, that river, where they drank or galloped through, leapt over or splashed in. She enjoyed those times. She enjoyed when his face lit up.