07-22-2019, 10:55 AM
OPHANIM
He has mostly kept to himself whenever his children have not flocked to him for stories or games. Most of them have grown more independent, but Ciara follows him like a little shadow at his heels. She orbits him as she explores the world around them, sniffing at things hidden beneath the snow and picking at the winter grasses. His ears perk when a familiar scent catches his attention and his pastel daughter mimics him without knowing the cause for his sudden concern. Kensa’s scent is mingled with that of birth and he swallows nervously before hurrying forward.
He’s careful not to run so fast the dragon child can’t keep up but her small legs are certainly skittering to match his strides. Ophanim pauses when he sees them but Ciara hurries forward to inspect her newborn sister. She’s eager for a playmate, it seems, as she presses her nose to her sibling’s. Their brindling binds them and he knows without a doubt that this spindly legged child is his, but he hesitates all the same. Children are fragile and he is always terrified at first. His heart collides with his ribs as he takes a step closer, then another until he can lean his head down to brush Soothe’s forelock from her damp face.
Ciara croons and purrs as she nuzzles her sister’s face before Ophie gently nudges her small shoulder. “Give her space; she has to learn to walk,” he explains gently so his monster child will return to his side. She offers a snort before quieting and leaning her head against him, their matching halos turning slowly above their heads. “What will you name her?” His voice is soft as though any loud noise might spoil this moment. The angel boy’s wing slowly slips over the dragon child, hugging her close to reward her good behavior.
His blue eyes roam across the shimmering rose gold and chestnut of the girl’s body. She’s beautiful, like all his children, but they never cease to amaze him with their diversity.
He’s careful not to run so fast the dragon child can’t keep up but her small legs are certainly skittering to match his strides. Ophanim pauses when he sees them but Ciara hurries forward to inspect her newborn sister. She’s eager for a playmate, it seems, as she presses her nose to her sibling’s. Their brindling binds them and he knows without a doubt that this spindly legged child is his, but he hesitates all the same. Children are fragile and he is always terrified at first. His heart collides with his ribs as he takes a step closer, then another until he can lean his head down to brush Soothe’s forelock from her damp face.
Ciara croons and purrs as she nuzzles her sister’s face before Ophie gently nudges her small shoulder. “Give her space; she has to learn to walk,” he explains gently so his monster child will return to his side. She offers a snort before quieting and leaning her head against him, their matching halos turning slowly above their heads. “What will you name her?” His voice is soft as though any loud noise might spoil this moment. The angel boy’s wing slowly slips over the dragon child, hugging her close to reward her good behavior.
His blue eyes roam across the shimmering rose gold and chestnut of the girl’s body. She’s beautiful, like all his children, but they never cease to amaze him with their diversity.
you could drown in those eyes, i said.