11-09-2018, 11:05 AM
It is almost a weight from his shoulders, to see his mother making her way towards him. Always, she had been his rock. He had been cast adrift when she’d died, lost and alone in a world that had abruptly betrayed him in so many ways. Ilka had brought him back, given him purpose in life again when he’d thought he’d had none.
Eventually, everything had been made right in his world, or at least nearly so (still he cannot love the shadows. They had been the catalyst for everything terrible in his life). His mother had returned, and Ilka is safe and warm and protected. He would never leave his very heart unguarded. Were it not for their young daughter and their latest child even now swelling in Ilka’s belly, he might have brought her with. But she needs her rest, and he would ensure she received it.
He is surprised to see a child clinging to his mother’s heel, but he forgets momentarily when she pulls him into her embrace. He holds her just as tightly as she holds him, uncaring that the embrace lasts just a bit longer than usual. His mother so rarely truly needs him, and if he could be here for her in whatever need she had, he would do so gladly.
The smile curves his lips when she finally releases him, an automatic gesture but still filled with warmth and caring. His mother would always make him smile. “I’ve missed you too, Ma.”
He blinks when Scorch introduces Blue, his gaze dropping to the young filly with curiosity. His smile is warm and genuine as he lowers his head to greet the little roan with a soft whuff. “Hello Blue,” he offers gently, his chocolate brown gaze glimmering with easy affection.
When Scorch nudges the filly off to play a few moments later, Shah lifts his head to peer at his mother in consideration. The fearsome woman is uncustomarily edgy, nervous almost. Shah has never seen his mother quite this way, and it worries him. He shifts closer, pressing his muzzle comfortingly against the warm strength of her neck. No matter the issue, she must know he would try to help. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Eventually, everything had been made right in his world, or at least nearly so (still he cannot love the shadows. They had been the catalyst for everything terrible in his life). His mother had returned, and Ilka is safe and warm and protected. He would never leave his very heart unguarded. Were it not for their young daughter and their latest child even now swelling in Ilka’s belly, he might have brought her with. But she needs her rest, and he would ensure she received it.
He is surprised to see a child clinging to his mother’s heel, but he forgets momentarily when she pulls him into her embrace. He holds her just as tightly as she holds him, uncaring that the embrace lasts just a bit longer than usual. His mother so rarely truly needs him, and if he could be here for her in whatever need she had, he would do so gladly.
The smile curves his lips when she finally releases him, an automatic gesture but still filled with warmth and caring. His mother would always make him smile. “I’ve missed you too, Ma.”
He blinks when Scorch introduces Blue, his gaze dropping to the young filly with curiosity. His smile is warm and genuine as he lowers his head to greet the little roan with a soft whuff. “Hello Blue,” he offers gently, his chocolate brown gaze glimmering with easy affection.
When Scorch nudges the filly off to play a few moments later, Shah lifts his head to peer at his mother in consideration. The fearsome woman is uncustomarily edgy, nervous almost. Shah has never seen his mother quite this way, and it worries him. He shifts closer, pressing his muzzle comfortingly against the warm strength of her neck. No matter the issue, she must know he would try to help. “What aren’t you telling me?”
All things are possible,
shahrizai
even the best of things.
