02-17-2018, 09:27 AM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
It comes naturally to him - this chalice of fatherhood. He knows that it is something that is harder for others, and he is glad to have found that he takes the cup willingly and it overflows, bringing warmth to the deepest and darkest parts of him. Even now, he feels the inner stirrings within himself as winter comes on the winds, the need to procreate and then nurture his offspring (though he found himself especially close to the daughters that his women have birthed). Having children of his own made him full of purpose and pride, especially when his firstborn now rules Hyaline with the gentlest yet wisest of crowns. He thinks of Wound, and how this child and their friendship has seemed to open her up to all the possibilities that Tephra has to offer. She is confident - somehow different yet all the very same as she had been when he had first met her that starlit night in Tephra’s waves. It is endearing, to see her blossoming beneath the weight of diplomacy and purpose, and he knows that having a child has helped Wound reach her true potential.
Wishbone giggles and cranes her neck to look at him, the gentlest of doe-like eyes meeting his with warmth and adoration. She reminds him of Solace (despite the coloring), with her dream-like hope and bravery. His heart aches for his firstborn, and he wishes that the strings of the kingdoms did not keep them apart as often as it did. The velveteen of Wishbone’s nose brushes against his broad forehead, a tender kiss on his skin from his youngest daughter. The Overseer beams, his brilliant blue gaze sparkling with delight and laughter. He is lost to this moment, everything else forgotten on the warm and humid winds of Tephra.
“I have,” he tells her with a smile, lifting his head slightly so that his gaze propels upward to the large presence of the volcano that stretches above them. He had gone many times, even without his wings. Most recently he had been with Amorette, the signs of their adventure still on his shoulders from where the lava had spit at them, and where the dark woman had healed his wounds. It is dangerous at the top - mesmerizing, however. He knows that one day Wishbone will be strong enough to scale the volcano like every other horse in their kingdom, but for now he enjoys this time where she is too small to figure out how to get there on her own. “Maybe one day you will sprout wings, just like I did.” He lowers his gaze and nudges her again with his muzzle, his whiskered lips tickling over her sienna skin, still soft from her youth.
Warrick
@[Wishbone]