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RE: Birthing, any! - Galilee - 04-03-2018
RE: Birthing, any! - Brennen - 04-09-2018
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He is enthralled with her, and even more thrilled when the others begin to gather around them.
Belgaer is first, and Brennen is not surprised; his son has been hovering around his mother almost as often as Brennen, waiting anxiously for Galilee to give birth. It’s the first time he’s really been old enough to understand the dangers of childbirth, he supposes, and he’s been as worried about Galilee as excited for the new sibling. Mosrael is hot on her elder brother’s heels, and he admires the picture the three of them make – funny that both of the girls should look so much like their mother, while the boys are more varied.
He is in the process of greeting both of his resident children, a fond embrace for Bel and a quick touch for Mosrael who prefers less contact, when a noise from the underbrush startles him into stepping between his family and the woods, ears pricked in alert, nostrils flared, but they are downwind from the group and gone too quickly for him to identify – but since they have gone away from the group rather than towards, Brennen is thinking it was someone not thinking to stumble upon a mostly private gathering, rather than any threat.
Still he is considering going out to investigate (and indeed, maybe he will regret not doing so later) when the sound of wings brings his attention back to his immediate surroundings, and their other two sons join the group, landing in the clearing and going first to greet their siblings, Bel and Mos and then little Khaeli, before turning to their parents. Brennen touches Galilee’s shoulder again, feeling a deep satisfaction at having all of them here at once, enough to overshadow the lingering guilt that sometimes comes at the ways he has failed them.
He is quite sure that Mosrael thinks she has it the hardest, because she struggles with the idea that he can be proud of her despite the fact that she is a mare, and not as magically gifted as her full siblings – but it is Aemar and Raelyx that he truly did the poorest by, for the time they had been dropped off in the Tundra had been one of the times Brennen was mostly absent from his own life, and he had not been as present for their childhood as he wanted to – as he should have been. But the boys are a million times less sensitive about things than some of his other children – several of the girls he can name, in particular – and so they are easy with the family, easy even with him.
Brennen grins as Rae greets the baby and nods to them, returning Aemar’s quiet greeting. “It’s good to see you both,” he echoes, though it is with quiet pride and satisfaction in contrast to Galilee’s brighter joy. And of course there is Khaeli, and while the family was never missing a piece it is easy for it to expand to include another. Already she is an integral part of them, as she sprawls at their feet and falls asleep in the way of babies. “Welcome to Ischia,” he takes this moment to offer to Aemar and Raelyx. “It’s not the Tundra, but it’s become quite a nice home for us. How have your travels been?”
Belgaer is first, and Brennen is not surprised; his son has been hovering around his mother almost as often as Brennen, waiting anxiously for Galilee to give birth. It’s the first time he’s really been old enough to understand the dangers of childbirth, he supposes, and he’s been as worried about Galilee as excited for the new sibling. Mosrael is hot on her elder brother’s heels, and he admires the picture the three of them make – funny that both of the girls should look so much like their mother, while the boys are more varied.
He is in the process of greeting both of his resident children, a fond embrace for Bel and a quick touch for Mosrael who prefers less contact, when a noise from the underbrush startles him into stepping between his family and the woods, ears pricked in alert, nostrils flared, but they are downwind from the group and gone too quickly for him to identify – but since they have gone away from the group rather than towards, Brennen is thinking it was someone not thinking to stumble upon a mostly private gathering, rather than any threat.
Still he is considering going out to investigate (and indeed, maybe he will regret not doing so later) when the sound of wings brings his attention back to his immediate surroundings, and their other two sons join the group, landing in the clearing and going first to greet their siblings, Bel and Mos and then little Khaeli, before turning to their parents. Brennen touches Galilee’s shoulder again, feeling a deep satisfaction at having all of them here at once, enough to overshadow the lingering guilt that sometimes comes at the ways he has failed them.
He is quite sure that Mosrael thinks she has it the hardest, because she struggles with the idea that he can be proud of her despite the fact that she is a mare, and not as magically gifted as her full siblings – but it is Aemar and Raelyx that he truly did the poorest by, for the time they had been dropped off in the Tundra had been one of the times Brennen was mostly absent from his own life, and he had not been as present for their childhood as he wanted to – as he should have been. But the boys are a million times less sensitive about things than some of his other children – several of the girls he can name, in particular – and so they are easy with the family, easy even with him.
Brennen grins as Rae greets the baby and nods to them, returning Aemar’s quiet greeting. “It’s good to see you both,” he echoes, though it is with quiet pride and satisfaction in contrast to Galilee’s brighter joy. And of course there is Khaeli, and while the family was never missing a piece it is easy for it to expand to include another. Already she is an integral part of them, as she sprawls at their feet and falls asleep in the way of babies. “Welcome to Ischia,” he takes this moment to offer to Aemar and Raelyx. “It’s not the Tundra, but it’s become quite a nice home for us. How have your travels been?”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
ooc; I'm loving this but we only have to keep it up as long as you guys want to <3
RE: Birthing, any! - Belgaer - 04-10-2018
Belgaer
Sandwiched between he parents, he sensed the approach of another. Glancing over his shoulder a smile spread across his face as Mosrael pushed through the sand dunes and made her way towards them. Lingering just behind the seriousness of her amber eyes, Belgaer could barely make out a spark of excitement. As he drew up beside him, he brushed his nose lightly against her shoulder. Silently, he watched as she looked upon her newest twin and sister. He imagined her thoughts almost as clearly as if they’d been his own. Relief rippled through her and he knew, from the many conversations they’d had together, that she was contemplating her next move.
She wanted his spot and, as always, he was happy to offer it to her.
Mosrael’s stiff congratulations broke through the silent anticipation of the moment and, as she settled in beside him, he gently touched the tip of his wings to her legs in silent encouragement. He knew she could achieve her goal – if only she could summon the courage to ask the question that weighed so heavily upon her.
Their attention shifted once more, this time towards the new father amongst them. As the black winged stud stepped forward to introduce himself to the tiny filly. It could not be said that Brennen did not love his children fiercely and, like Belgaer and his many siblings, she would grow up under their father’s protection and she would find herself wanting for very little. Affection sparked within the depths of Brennen’s honey colored gaze as he gently nuzzled along the length of her body. His pride was evident in the quiet of that moment.
Beside him, Galilee gushed, her joy reaching to drag them all within the warmth of it’s embrace. Tentatively, he watched Mosrael beside him. He knew her too well, perhaps better than she knew herself and he could see the envy as it etched itself at the corner of her eyes. Smiling, he touched his mother affectionally in confirmation of her words.
It was shortly after that moment that the sight of two shadows gliding across the sand grabbed his attention. It took only seconds for him to recognize the two figures as they flew overhead, but it was Galilee’s voice who spoke them in to reality.
Aemar and Raelyx.
The two stallions were as different to each other as any two horses could get and, yet, they were brothers. Belgaer’s ears twisted in their direction as they landed deftly, their hooves barely audible as they planted themselves in the warmed summer sand. It’d been too long since they’d last wandered into Ischia and he was not above admitting that he had missed them.
Raelyx, ever excited as he was, was the first to approach the family with Aemar lingering silently behind. The half-bird, half-horse sibling had always been a bit of an anomaly but that didn’t make Bel miss him any less. He was silently thrilled when he stepped forward and offered up a greeting. He lowered his head respectfully and touched his nose to Aemar’s shoulder. “It is good to see you again, Aemar.”
Their gathering had grown and, for the first time in a long time, the family was complete. Brennen smiled warmly at the sight of all his children gathered in one place. He greeted his oldest sons and hesitates a moment before he offered for them to stay in Ischia, with them. Admittedly, Belgaer isn’t surprised by his father’s words. It was well known amongst them that it pained Brennen whenever any of his children parted from him. But, the bay understood that there was time in every young horse’s life when they had to go out and make something of themselves.
For a long time, Bel had promised that he would never hurt Brennen the way that his other siblings had when they’d left. He’d been determined to fulfill the role that’d been set aside for him. It wasn’t until recently that he’d realized that he couldn’t do it. He loved his father and that would never change, and he would stand by his side no matter what. They were family and family was sacred and worthy of protection.
She wanted his spot and, as always, he was happy to offer it to her.
Mosrael’s stiff congratulations broke through the silent anticipation of the moment and, as she settled in beside him, he gently touched the tip of his wings to her legs in silent encouragement. He knew she could achieve her goal – if only she could summon the courage to ask the question that weighed so heavily upon her.
Their attention shifted once more, this time towards the new father amongst them. As the black winged stud stepped forward to introduce himself to the tiny filly. It could not be said that Brennen did not love his children fiercely and, like Belgaer and his many siblings, she would grow up under their father’s protection and she would find herself wanting for very little. Affection sparked within the depths of Brennen’s honey colored gaze as he gently nuzzled along the length of her body. His pride was evident in the quiet of that moment.
Beside him, Galilee gushed, her joy reaching to drag them all within the warmth of it’s embrace. Tentatively, he watched Mosrael beside him. He knew her too well, perhaps better than she knew herself and he could see the envy as it etched itself at the corner of her eyes. Smiling, he touched his mother affectionally in confirmation of her words.
It was shortly after that moment that the sight of two shadows gliding across the sand grabbed his attention. It took only seconds for him to recognize the two figures as they flew overhead, but it was Galilee’s voice who spoke them in to reality.
Aemar and Raelyx.
The two stallions were as different to each other as any two horses could get and, yet, they were brothers. Belgaer’s ears twisted in their direction as they landed deftly, their hooves barely audible as they planted themselves in the warmed summer sand. It’d been too long since they’d last wandered into Ischia and he was not above admitting that he had missed them.
Raelyx, ever excited as he was, was the first to approach the family with Aemar lingering silently behind. The half-bird, half-horse sibling had always been a bit of an anomaly but that didn’t make Bel miss him any less. He was silently thrilled when he stepped forward and offered up a greeting. He lowered his head respectfully and touched his nose to Aemar’s shoulder. “It is good to see you again, Aemar.”
Their gathering had grown and, for the first time in a long time, the family was complete. Brennen smiled warmly at the sight of all his children gathered in one place. He greeted his oldest sons and hesitates a moment before he offered for them to stay in Ischia, with them. Admittedly, Belgaer isn’t surprised by his father’s words. It was well known amongst them that it pained Brennen whenever any of his children parted from him. But, the bay understood that there was time in every young horse’s life when they had to go out and make something of themselves.
For a long time, Bel had promised that he would never hurt Brennen the way that his other siblings had when they’d left. He’d been determined to fulfill the role that’d been set aside for him. It wasn’t until recently that he’d realized that he couldn’t do it. He loved his father and that would never change, and he would stand by his side no matter what. They were family and family was sacred and worthy of protection.
The Prodigal Son
@[Galilee] @[Brennen] Still sucks but...here ya go
RE: Birthing, any! - Mosrael - 04-10-2018
Mosrael
i'm way too
good at goodbyes
good at goodbyes
