She feels a flush of warmth at his smile, at his acceptance of the plan - it’s a small thing but it means the world that he cares enough to accept the invitation. “I call her Maze for short.” She whispers to him as she joins his side and they begin to walk.
As Agetta expected, once they begin moving their daughter gets bored of sticking beside her parents and veers off. Though young, Agetta had noticed a wanderers soul in the filly - but she always came back.
Which didn’t completely calm her worries, but it was convenient, as Agetta matched her stride with the stallion beside her. “I hope you don’t mind that I already named her.” She doesn’t even think to hate this sense of doubt, it is such a constant part of her now. Who would she be if she did not spend every moment of her life fretting about one thing or another. “I wasn’t sure…” She trails off for a moment, hesitation before resolving to just be up front about what she is feeling. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to be involved. You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Agetta stops herself from saying that she has raised plenty of children on her own - that is hardly something she should brag about since so many of them grew up to hate her (or were kidnapped, or burned, or brainwashed…).
She also does not mention how much she wants him to be involved, how not-ready she is to let him go from her life, out of fear of influencing his response.
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