02-24-2019, 01:27 PM
Not long after she’d called her last gathering of Nerine’s residents as their queen, she’d braved the journey across the waterway and back into the the frigid clutches of the Isle. A bold and dumb move perhaps, to travel so heavily pregnant the way that she had, but willpower and stubborness can make for a mighty convincing whip-bearing driver. The instinct of motherhood had come surprisingly easily to her, and with not much else in the ways of protecting her children from the Plague itself, the least she could do was give them their first days of life within a sanctuary.
Little Aodhan had come relatively quickly compared to the twins; a beautiful golden spotted boy so small and perfect. As with the last, she’d been instantly captivated by him, stoking once more the kindling that only a burning devotion to a precious child could bring. But a quiet realization lightened her mood, and sprouted a simple deviation from the last bout of child-rearing. This time without the burden of leadership resting precariously upon her shoulders, there was a newfound freedom of release and a shift in perspective; clarifying the lines between kingdom and loved ones, and fostering a new appreciation for the small family she’d created with Leilan.
As in any other days marked in their shared past, she is easy for him to find. In the midst of a rousing game of hide and seek behind the Isle’s scrubby trees and snow blanketed boulders, Breckin’s laughter interlaces with the the childish giggle of her first-born son’s. A sound that fades with the impending footsteps as the scaled stallion quickly killed the distance between them.
“Leilan,” she says between short breaths of laughter, “Would you like to join us?” But the empath within her and the roll of her gut recognizes the shift in his mood as her dark eyes cut towards the vibrance of his own, “Is everything okay?”
@[Leilan] that's okay she'll try to fix it :]
Little Aodhan had come relatively quickly compared to the twins; a beautiful golden spotted boy so small and perfect. As with the last, she’d been instantly captivated by him, stoking once more the kindling that only a burning devotion to a precious child could bring. But a quiet realization lightened her mood, and sprouted a simple deviation from the last bout of child-rearing. This time without the burden of leadership resting precariously upon her shoulders, there was a newfound freedom of release and a shift in perspective; clarifying the lines between kingdom and loved ones, and fostering a new appreciation for the small family she’d created with Leilan.
As in any other days marked in their shared past, she is easy for him to find. In the midst of a rousing game of hide and seek behind the Isle’s scrubby trees and snow blanketed boulders, Breckin’s laughter interlaces with the the childish giggle of her first-born son’s. A sound that fades with the impending footsteps as the scaled stallion quickly killed the distance between them.
“Leilan,” she says between short breaths of laughter, “Would you like to join us?” But the empath within her and the roll of her gut recognizes the shift in his mood as her dark eyes cut towards the vibrance of his own, “Is everything okay?”
@[Leilan] that's okay she'll try to fix it :]