11-24-2016, 06:12 PM
Like a panther on the hunt he phased through the forest of her home with a deadly grace and wide, alert eyes. He hadn't been able to find her again after initally guiding her to Sylva. After meeting briefly with Arrya, he'd tried to find her again but turned up empty. So often he wondered if she regretted it, bearing his child, and perhaps she'd left.
But he could smell her now, could almost feel her. His nostrils flared as he tracked her, sensing her stress tingling in the air like a flicker of magic. Something was happening. He had to get there.
When he found her, all he could do was stare. He wanted to go to her, calm her or reassure her if he could, but he couldn't move. Transfixed, he only watched in silence. She was so strong, so independent. Not once did she call to him, or anyone. She only grit her teeth in acceptance and did what her body demanded of her. She didn't need anyone. She didn't need him.
He almost considered turning away, letting her come to him when she was ready. If she even wished to. As soon as she encouraged their colt to stand on his own, lanky little legs wobbling, he couldn't just walk away. That was his glorious newborn. His son. And he would meet his first and only child even with the chance that she might not want him near.
He stepped into view, leaves beneath his hooves shuffling quietly as he watched her face uncertainly. Ezra, he'd heard her call him, was obliviously nursing for the moment, seemingly content to focus on his mother. Warm brown eyes shifted to him, studying him. A beautiful black, just as both his parents, but a dab of white on his face similar to Josie's. Just a perfect little scoundrel.
Straightening, he looked back to her, unsure of what to say. Probably something about the child, right?
Handsome little scout, isn't he, he said softly, a prideful gleam in his eyes.
But he sobered a few moments after, still standing tall and tensed. Uncertain.
How are you, Josie..