02-08-2017, 01:33 AM
He had been so reluctant when Ashley encroached on him, suddenly demanding him to drop his cargo that he'd almost successfully stolen all those months ago. It had been so uncharacteristic of him, but he'd been so prepared to steal the broken soul away. Somewhere she'd be safe to recover as best she saw fit, and somewhere he could come to help her relieve the pain it she so chose to let him. He had quite the wonderful medicine for her ails, if he did say so himself. And he did. But, in the end, he'd been happy to release the mare- Wallace, he'd called her, such a horrible name for a girl- to someone she knew. Someone powerful, and more than capable of taking her to safety and protecting her. Of course she should go home; that was where he would have eventually taken her. Of course she should be with friends. But that wouldn't stop him from going to see her. Ashley had invited him to do so, but he would have come anyway. The Irishman truly does not know why he is so drawn to her, even though the magician cleaned her up and turned her scarring into something lovely just for her. She is lovely, but that was no reason for him to cross a damn ocean. There had to be a better reason, but he doesn't know it. He could have women, plenty of lovelies out there, but he is drawn to her. Wanting to know how she was doing. Even if this was altogether unusual behavior for him.
Instead of lingering on the thought, the pale stallion makes his way across the land bridge he'd found after some waiting and searching along the opposite coast. He hadn't cared whose land he'd crossed to get here, though fortunately he'd gone unstopped. The ocean is something he is very familiar with, having been born on the coasts of Ireland and raised on its plains and cliffs. He loves the sea, and as he sloshes through the wet sand of the bridge he realizes how much he misses it. The salty air is refreshing as it fills his lungs and the breeze tousles his white and red-streaked hair. Before long, he reaches Ischia's shores, and his blue-green eyes rove the area half-expecting a guard or something to stop him. He doesn't wait for a welcome party, continuing into the land, determined and focused. His pace is not quick, his usual saunter, but it lacks the stumbling that came along with the boozed-up state of mind he typically prefers. So, he covers ground quickly, and soon catches her scent.
When he sees her, he is surprised at her size. Her barrel is gigantic, and she is clearly distressed. He frowns at the sight, having not realized she had been pregnant when he'd found her originally. At least she looks better than before. So damned broken and scraggly. She looks... beautiful in her pregnancy, despite the horrendous cause. He approaches, calmly as not to startle her, though somewhat more quickly as he realizes what is about to happen. What he's walking in on. Oh Reilly, my boy, you sure do have spectacular timing. "Wallace?" He calls in a low voice, tones deep and aiming for calm. Her back is to him, and he isn't certain she would be welcoming of his presence. But he's come too far to be turned away so easily. His expression concerned, he lowers his red head to her, blowing warm air from his nostrils in her direction as he sends gentle tendrils of his power into her. "Wallace, it's Reilly. I'm here for ya, dove. Anything you need, yeah?" His voice is whiskey smooth, successfully a lot calmer than he feels. He's never witnessed a birth before, and has no idea what he should do. But she's such a small thing, and her belly is so damn large. So he gives her a very light dose, enough to maybe soothe her a bit. He would give her more once she addresses him, once he is able to catalog her pain- physical and otherwise. An odd feeling, the way he feels absolutely rooted to where he stands, ready to help ease her pain in any way he is able. He doesn't question it, not now. Now, there is only her and the life she is about to bring into the world.
Instead of lingering on the thought, the pale stallion makes his way across the land bridge he'd found after some waiting and searching along the opposite coast. He hadn't cared whose land he'd crossed to get here, though fortunately he'd gone unstopped. The ocean is something he is very familiar with, having been born on the coasts of Ireland and raised on its plains and cliffs. He loves the sea, and as he sloshes through the wet sand of the bridge he realizes how much he misses it. The salty air is refreshing as it fills his lungs and the breeze tousles his white and red-streaked hair. Before long, he reaches Ischia's shores, and his blue-green eyes rove the area half-expecting a guard or something to stop him. He doesn't wait for a welcome party, continuing into the land, determined and focused. His pace is not quick, his usual saunter, but it lacks the stumbling that came along with the boozed-up state of mind he typically prefers. So, he covers ground quickly, and soon catches her scent.
When he sees her, he is surprised at her size. Her barrel is gigantic, and she is clearly distressed. He frowns at the sight, having not realized she had been pregnant when he'd found her originally. At least she looks better than before. So damned broken and scraggly. She looks... beautiful in her pregnancy, despite the horrendous cause. He approaches, calmly as not to startle her, though somewhat more quickly as he realizes what is about to happen. What he's walking in on. Oh Reilly, my boy, you sure do have spectacular timing. "Wallace?" He calls in a low voice, tones deep and aiming for calm. Her back is to him, and he isn't certain she would be welcoming of his presence. But he's come too far to be turned away so easily. His expression concerned, he lowers his red head to her, blowing warm air from his nostrils in her direction as he sends gentle tendrils of his power into her. "Wallace, it's Reilly. I'm here for ya, dove. Anything you need, yeah?" His voice is whiskey smooth, successfully a lot calmer than he feels. He's never witnessed a birth before, and has no idea what he should do. But she's such a small thing, and her belly is so damn large. So he gives her a very light dose, enough to maybe soothe her a bit. He would give her more once she addresses him, once he is able to catalog her pain- physical and otherwise. An odd feeling, the way he feels absolutely rooted to where he stands, ready to help ease her pain in any way he is able. He doesn't question it, not now. Now, there is only her and the life she is about to bring into the world.
