A small quiver, the slightest tickle, reverberates up her delicate legs through the frogs of her feet. Like the chime of a bell, so gentle it is that you can barely hear it, and her golden eyes tip up to see him there. “Aodhán.” her crisp voice lulls out of her, somewhere between a purr and a slow exhale. She smiles warmly, quietly, just lifting her head from grazing to watch him approach. She is neither a warm individual or a cold one, a little more cozy than the broken glass Queen herself, her mother, but only by a small measure. This man before her has always held a special place in her crippled heart, next to her daughter. After all, she came from him. Her literal and metaphorical sparkle certainly did not come from her mother’s lines.
“She has.” the mother agrees, casting a stare to the filly enjoying the focus of surrounding colts. Let lets a half smile lack across her pink lips, she had never desired to follow the call of her hormones at Fen’s age, but she knew it was the most natural of things to do so. Even with Aodhán it was not quite the pull of untapped sexual desires and uncontrolled hormones – it was for the purpose of creating life, this is why she decided to tangle herself all in him that particular night. The flood of memories send tingles down her legs and she’s reminded that it may have started out for the sake of procreation, but some desires were certainly discovered that night and he was the only man to have ever done so. Still, she has never given him a hint of romance or attachment, even if the beast of love and affection stirs within her sometimes.
“She’ll be glad to see you, Aodhán, I’m surprised she did not notice you, but when she does she will be thrilled. ” Let’s voice is calm and somber as it always it, crisp and smooth like cold milk. She’s never been one to force small talk, or delve into another’s business, so for her it I perfectly comfortable for them to stand in silence, breathing together and watching their child be alive, alert and healthy at two years of age. Well done.
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