07-15-2017, 03:29 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
She can not take her gaze from his blue, blue eyes. The turning path his thoughts are taking is hinted at there, in those eyes. Much of her future hinges on his reaction.
She hoped he wanted them, her, here with him. She knew not how long it would be before she grew restless in the false summer of Tephra, but she wanted her, their children to truly know their father and understand his world - for they would probably never see hers.
Tephra would be a safe place for them to spend their first years, not all of Beqanna could boast of such security as Tephra could provide. When they grew strong and lean they could decide on their own which paths to follow, but the burden of motherhood was new and she was taking her responsibility seriously. Tang knew Warrick well enough to know he would never turn his children away, but she wanted him to want them, not just tolerate them here with him. He gave her no reason to think this, but she had to be sure.
The happiness in his eyes is clouded but still there - diluted but glowing around the edges in the same way the sun shines out from behind a passing cloud.
Warrick takes a step back and she is inclined to follow. But with an effort she surrenders control of the space between them to him, staying planted where she stands. Her face is still bright and she looks to him encouragingly, turning to the side to better show off her middle. She had been given weeks to process what motherhood meant to her and for her, he was just finding it all out. She had been confused at first and not sure how to feel, it was only expected that he too would have a cycle of emotions when finding out such important news.
“I am a twin,” He say, almost as an explanation. The touch of sadness completely understandable. Soon, the sadness seems to turn into thoughtfulness as he returns to her, running his muzzle along the new swells of her body. As if making up his mind he speak again with more confidence than before. “I hope you’re right” And with those words her heart fills with joy - hot and boundless. Tang pushes her head against the safe place below his chin tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks.
Of course he wants you here. She lingers, enjoying the sound of his pulse and the warmth of his body, trying to settle her unruly emotions. The rustling of his wings brings her out from her shelter with a start, she had not even mentioned them, she had been so consumed by her own news! This time, it is her turn to take a step back and give him a looking over.
“Well! You seem to be moving up in the world!” She doesn’t question the origin of his wings just as she does not question her new dreaming. This world of magic is full of mysteries and she is content to leave them as such. In an instant she is back at his side and she uses her muzzle to lift one of his great blue wings, tucking herself neatly beside him, her side presses into his and the wing covering her back. Tang looks up and back, enamored with the shimmering feathers and all their texture. “I can’t even imagine. They are beautiful, Warrick.” She says with a sigh, her eyes full of admiration. “The twins will never get into any trouble with their father always watching from the sky.” A laugh escapes her, she could picture Warrick circling in the thermals above as their children made new friends and learned to explore on their own. Thoughts of Solace and Svedka are never far from her mind and she is happy to have finally shared them with him.