I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
She wasn’t half as mad as she could be, didn’t press back with the same enthusiasm she once would. Leading him through weaving looms of thread she spun from her maw. She was tired, exhausted from her labor, and she should be. He would have been. He accepts her embrace, her long neck coiling around his own, a swirled pattern of sun and decay. His own weight presses into her in return, silently acknowledging some unspoken thought.
It was strange, in a way, to be a father now. Though he had known for months this day would come, it felt so abrupt. He hadn’t the chance to really let it sink in, to feel it was real. Not like Engel had, he hadn’t carried the child, hadn’t felt it grow within him. Some form of bond existed between the two that he felt he could not obtain, that somehow nature had slighted him. That he would have to make do without, and he found it very off putting. Like he had been denied some very important piece of training. He huffed deep in thought (for him), turning his grassy eyes to the boy.
The child was a metallic shade of sunlight, his points like the burned edges of paper. It created the effect of singed stationary paper, the clean linen parchment yellowed with age. He would be tall no doubt, the colts legs already lengthy in comparison to most foals newly born. Aurulent kissers meet his thick, coarse mane, and he is grateful for what he had to show for his life. ”He is handsome of course, though his genes had a generous helping.” He gruffs rather seriously, examining the child. ”He will be a fine soldier.”Of course the bay had hoped for a warmonger like himself, already forming some sort of training regimen in his mind.