05-30-2018, 08:04 PM
Im tired. The experience of birthing had drained me more than I'd realized, and the last thing I wanted to be doing was entertain a guest. My time as a ruler serves me well, though, as I am practiced in maintaining a pleasant expression. But as this stranger begins to talk more of his connection to Cas, the smile becomes more genuine. It's surreal meeting someone who seems to know him so well. Cautiously, I relax my grip on the twins, letting them totter a few feet away from me. One eye on them and one on the newcomer. Clearly, I don't have enough eyes.
My burgeoning good mood dips at his question. For a moment I didn't respond, choosing instead to watch the boys trample tall grass. After a few deep breathes I felt calm enough to face the music. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since... since autumn." I left the implication hanging in the air. Desperately, I needed to believe that Cas was everything he appeared. That he wasn't another Klaudius, and could be trusted. Stallions...
Turning back to him, what was his name? I smiled again, perhaps a bit weaker than before. The babies seem to have expended their new stores of energy, curled up to rest beneath the bower I had built. They were nestled much as I imagined they had within me. My mismatched bookends. "I've been considering several today. But I think I've settled on Raul for the buckskin, and Santana for the palamino." It was a more pleasant train of thought, the naming of the children. Saying them out loud made it more real, gave them the beginnings of identity. Speaking of identities. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Sabra." My expression turns vaguely apologetic as I await his own introduction.
@[Ivar]
My burgeoning good mood dips at his question. For a moment I didn't respond, choosing instead to watch the boys trample tall grass. After a few deep breathes I felt calm enough to face the music. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since... since autumn." I left the implication hanging in the air. Desperately, I needed to believe that Cas was everything he appeared. That he wasn't another Klaudius, and could be trusted. Stallions...
Turning back to him, what was his name? I smiled again, perhaps a bit weaker than before. The babies seem to have expended their new stores of energy, curled up to rest beneath the bower I had built. They were nestled much as I imagined they had within me. My mismatched bookends. "I've been considering several today. But I think I've settled on Raul for the buckskin, and Santana for the palamino." It was a more pleasant train of thought, the naming of the children. Saying them out loud made it more real, gave them the beginnings of identity. Speaking of identities. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Sabra." My expression turns vaguely apologetic as I await his own introduction.
@[Ivar]