05-30-2018, 03:08 PM
So caught up am I within the magic of my infant sons. They are perfect, wonderful. While it is my own echoes I first noted, it soon becomes clear the ways they favour their father. The flame maned boy, colored like I used to be, bears his father's face and hints and his heavier built. The smaller, paler brother has the shape of my face, the elegance of form. He's almost over weighted by the oversized wings at his sides. The gawky, membranous things are still damp, fragments of afterbirth turning the blue sheen a murky violet in places. I so wish their father were here, to see what fine boys he's made. My throat tightens at the thought, but this is what I chose. This was what it was to love a wild thing.
Holding close to my wobble legged lads, I hear the soft steps of approach. Close enough to know this is not just a passerby, my ears fold flat against my skull. He has emerged directly from the river which I had found so peaceful moments ago. He stands closer than I would like, dripping on the grass. My wings unfold partially, pulling the boys in close to my sides. There is a momentary standoff as I gaze defensively at the pied stallion approaching. There is no malice in his face, but my posture does not relax. Not until he speaks words I could not have expected.
I snort in surprise, bobbing my head in confirmation. "They are, yes." The restless babes poke their heads from the downy embrace of my wings. If this stallion has some vendetta against Castile... I dare not let them roam just yet. "You know Castile?" I have to ask. For all that I felt that primal connection to the draconic male, I had to admit that I knew next to nothing of him out his past.
@[Ivar]
Holding close to my wobble legged lads, I hear the soft steps of approach. Close enough to know this is not just a passerby, my ears fold flat against my skull. He has emerged directly from the river which I had found so peaceful moments ago. He stands closer than I would like, dripping on the grass. My wings unfold partially, pulling the boys in close to my sides. There is a momentary standoff as I gaze defensively at the pied stallion approaching. There is no malice in his face, but my posture does not relax. Not until he speaks words I could not have expected.
I snort in surprise, bobbing my head in confirmation. "They are, yes." The restless babes poke their heads from the downy embrace of my wings. If this stallion has some vendetta against Castile... I dare not let them roam just yet. "You know Castile?" I have to ask. For all that I felt that primal connection to the draconic male, I had to admit that I knew next to nothing of him out his past.
@[Ivar]