10-08-2020, 07:34 PM
blasphemare
Blasphemare keeps an eye (she would say curious, but she is incapable of feeling that emotion right now) on the foal as the stallion examines him. The foal stands behind her, shy and innocent, his star beaming brightly from his forehead. He is definitely curious, unlike his mother, and almost enthralled with the stallion, if he wasn’t so shy at the moment, having just been born. He stands on unsteady hooves, shaking ever so slightly with the effort of standing up.
The stallion radiates that sense of familiarity, and she could barely feel it once more, then he apologizes and introduces himself as Pothos. The name seems almost interesting to Blasphemare, if she found anything interesting right now. She remains quiet as he immediately diverts his attention back to her child. She thought it kind of weird, wondering if he is some kind of pedophile. The thought should have scared her, but it didn’t.
As the stallion shrinks to the size of a foal, the actual foal shies away slightly, startled by this sudden use of magic. He stumbles into Blasphemare’s hindquarters as she reaches around to help steady him. When he is back on his hooves, he eyes the other “foal” curiously and steps forward. The mare should have been uncomfortable by this curiosity, but she simply watches. She could protect him if need be. Pothos then extends an unusually large wing forward, and the foal backs up into his mother, still shy, despite the curiosity.
When Pothos asks for a name, she realizes that this is all so new that she had yet to even name the child. She stands there for a moment, thinking it over. "His name is Aqorix. And I am Blasphemare.”
The stallion radiates that sense of familiarity, and she could barely feel it once more, then he apologizes and introduces himself as Pothos. The name seems almost interesting to Blasphemare, if she found anything interesting right now. She remains quiet as he immediately diverts his attention back to her child. She thought it kind of weird, wondering if he is some kind of pedophile. The thought should have scared her, but it didn’t.
As the stallion shrinks to the size of a foal, the actual foal shies away slightly, startled by this sudden use of magic. He stumbles into Blasphemare’s hindquarters as she reaches around to help steady him. When he is back on his hooves, he eyes the other “foal” curiously and steps forward. The mare should have been uncomfortable by this curiosity, but she simply watches. She could protect him if need be. Pothos then extends an unusually large wing forward, and the foal backs up into his mother, still shy, despite the curiosity.
When Pothos asks for a name, she realizes that this is all so new that she had yet to even name the child. She stands there for a moment, thinking it over. "His name is Aqorix. And I am Blasphemare.”
Like a fine, aged wine
@[Pothos]