12-13-2018, 09:35 AM
She smiles triumphantly, happy that he was in agreeance of the names she'd offered. "I'm glad you like them," she said, closing her eyes against the press of his nose against her neck. She dares open her eye a crack to look at him a bit more mischievously,"I suppose we could always call them Oisin Fawn and Eurwen Dottie though."
In spite of Leilan's efforts, a shiver works its way through her as a cold breeze of the isle passes against her body still saturated with sweat. She must look a mess again, probably covered with dirt in some places too. One of the joys of a fair coat color, always being exposed to showing just how much filth you have accumulated. Leilan was lucky in that sense, having scales now that could deflect any kind of dampness. Breckin was loathed to admit it, but she was jealous slightly jealous of his useful appearance, but maybe in the future, the opportunity would arise where she could grow scales instead of fur.
"That's..." she pauses midsentence, at a loss of the appropriate word. The leopard mare hadn't the slightest notion that twins and triplets ran in her lover's family. Her own family ties were lost to her, so she couldn't confirm or deny whether her genetics had any influence over the unexpected phenomenon or not. Hopefully not, because if she ever would like more children in the future, the chance of having triplets was a bit hard to fathom and a slight turn off. Two would prove difficult enough to raise, but three? Inconceivable. "encouraging." she mumbles a bit distantly, finally finishing her sentence while attempting to imagine the scenario of bearing three children simultaneously.
Silly thoughts are interrupted with the girls bump into each other, creating the quietest sound of downy fur and soft bodies colliding with one another. They were still standing, using each other as support until they found the balance of their own four feet. Breckin's cooling thoughts instantly find a spark again, the tight clench in her chest relaxing as a warmth fueled by pride and an unrequited love that she had never known before until now refilled her. They were so precious as they made their way closer to their parents again, already growing in their own confidence as they successfully found their own footing and source of food.
The weight of her own head was dragging her down again as exhaustion crept closer. Like earlier, she rested her speckled head across Leilan's spine, using his strength to support her own weight; she didn't think he would mind. "Thank you" she said quietly to him as sleep threatened to drag her under. For holding her up, for being there, for giving her their girls, she didn't get the chance to say all of it in that moment, but nonetheless she was thankful for it all.
@[Leilan]
In spite of Leilan's efforts, a shiver works its way through her as a cold breeze of the isle passes against her body still saturated with sweat. She must look a mess again, probably covered with dirt in some places too. One of the joys of a fair coat color, always being exposed to showing just how much filth you have accumulated. Leilan was lucky in that sense, having scales now that could deflect any kind of dampness. Breckin was loathed to admit it, but she was jealous slightly jealous of his useful appearance, but maybe in the future, the opportunity would arise where she could grow scales instead of fur.
"That's..." she pauses midsentence, at a loss of the appropriate word. The leopard mare hadn't the slightest notion that twins and triplets ran in her lover's family. Her own family ties were lost to her, so she couldn't confirm or deny whether her genetics had any influence over the unexpected phenomenon or not. Hopefully not, because if she ever would like more children in the future, the chance of having triplets was a bit hard to fathom and a slight turn off. Two would prove difficult enough to raise, but three? Inconceivable. "encouraging." she mumbles a bit distantly, finally finishing her sentence while attempting to imagine the scenario of bearing three children simultaneously.
Silly thoughts are interrupted with the girls bump into each other, creating the quietest sound of downy fur and soft bodies colliding with one another. They were still standing, using each other as support until they found the balance of their own four feet. Breckin's cooling thoughts instantly find a spark again, the tight clench in her chest relaxing as a warmth fueled by pride and an unrequited love that she had never known before until now refilled her. They were so precious as they made their way closer to their parents again, already growing in their own confidence as they successfully found their own footing and source of food.
The weight of her own head was dragging her down again as exhaustion crept closer. Like earlier, she rested her speckled head across Leilan's spine, using his strength to support her own weight; she didn't think he would mind. "Thank you" she said quietly to him as sleep threatened to drag her under. For holding her up, for being there, for giving her their girls, she didn't get the chance to say all of it in that moment, but nonetheless she was thankful for it all.
@[Leilan]