10-04-2020, 05:16 PM
He had waited for her to return, anxious and irate in turn. He understand, plain and simple. He didn't know what drove her to risk her life time and again, whether or not there was any actual need for it.
The burly golden stallion watched their girls sleep. What would he tell them if she didn't return? What could he possibly say. The steady rise and fall of their ribs, the soft hush of breath, it was music to his ears, something he couldn't imagine risking for any reason. What was it that drove their mother to it?
Days she had been gone, off striking deals with entities better left alone. Ones not known for their kindness, nor their trust worthiness. All for a touch of power.
When at last the antlered mare appeared, his heart clenched. Relief that she had returned, safely it seemed at first glance. Anger that she had left in the first place. Weariness, because he knew, had always known, that she was a warrior, and he had no words or magic to challenge what was her core reality. Just as he was loathe to pick fights, she was always ready for one.
Silence stretched as she settle by his side, the shadow of his body shielding her from silver moonlight. He waited, still as the trees, for her to say something. Anything. The quiet stretched on though, broken only by cicadas and a far off owl. Very well, then.
The stallion snorted, a sound that seemed disproportionate to the quiet they'd been submerged in. "Did you succeed?" He asked, soft but clear. Was it worth it, was the underlying question.
@[Warlight]
The burly golden stallion watched their girls sleep. What would he tell them if she didn't return? What could he possibly say. The steady rise and fall of their ribs, the soft hush of breath, it was music to his ears, something he couldn't imagine risking for any reason. What was it that drove their mother to it?
Days she had been gone, off striking deals with entities better left alone. Ones not known for their kindness, nor their trust worthiness. All for a touch of power.
When at last the antlered mare appeared, his heart clenched. Relief that she had returned, safely it seemed at first glance. Anger that she had left in the first place. Weariness, because he knew, had always known, that she was a warrior, and he had no words or magic to challenge what was her core reality. Just as he was loathe to pick fights, she was always ready for one.
Silence stretched as she settle by his side, the shadow of his body shielding her from silver moonlight. He waited, still as the trees, for her to say something. Anything. The quiet stretched on though, broken only by cicadas and a far off owl. Very well, then.
The stallion snorted, a sound that seemed disproportionate to the quiet they'd been submerged in. "Did you succeed?" He asked, soft but clear. Was it worth it, was the underlying question.
@[Warlight]