01-23-2018, 11:23 PM
The only daughter and Femur dotes on her.
Not enough to make the sons - brothers - jealous but enough to give the girl the extra boost in confidence that she needs to keep herself a part of this odd family. Femur has never had a doubt that the girl would hold her own against the boys. The trio of foals had taken to one another almost instantly beneath Femur’s approving looks and fanged smiles. Could it always be as easy as that? She’d have to find out because now that she had set foot upon this path, she knew there was no way she could ever stop finding these precious little beasties and stealing them home for herself.
She looks on as son and daughter acquaint themselves with one another. Pride and adoration a mix that seems to never leave her face. Femur could watch them like this forever but knows that one day - and that is a day that always comes too soon! - they will grow up and go away because that’s what children do and she’d expect no less of them. Part of her harbors an expectation that they’ll make the choice to remain and dedicate themselves Tephra but that is a mother’s hope and hope alone is not enough to make them stay. Part of her hopes that no matter where they go or what they do, they remember her and the things that she has taught them or let them discover for themselves.
Wilding has discovered his unique ability to shatter things.
Valensia has mastered her wings, even that odd skeletal one that endears her to Femur for the sake of it being pure intriguing bone.
Now her children break from their shyness towards one another and begin to nip at each other’s noses and indulge in each other’s scents until they are a masterful blend of Femur, Tephra, and each other. How can she look away from that? It was a beautiful play between two unbridled spirits that met and saw their match in one another but recognized that sudden bond of kinship despite there being not a drop of blood shared between them. How beautiful! she thought, bending her head to the grass to lazily crop at it as they interacted around her.
The filly smiles back at him and their fates are sealed!
He steals a small look at their mother and there is nothing but approval and pride on her face as usual whenever she looks at any of them. It warms his heart to know that each of them does the painted mare justice in their dealings with one another. That they’ve taken to this motley family with no gripes or grief and somehow become a solid show of support for one another. He’d never thought love could mean so much - not in this sense but it burrows through his heart like a hungry worm.
(Wildling may never care for another the way he does for his mother and father, sister and brother. Or the myriad others that may stem from their mother’s covert trips to ferret out more children like them for her to keep and build up. Those he might love to, like he does this Valensia - their Valensia.)
She smiles and thanks him. Pride and shyness both vying for a place on her pretty little face. Mother had chosen well with this one, he thinks. Her next comment pulls a rough little laugh from his mouth because it was unexpected. “Thank you? I’m not sure colts can look pretty though…” His gratitude is sincere towards his sister (how quick he is to think of her as that!) but there is a bubble of mirth that rides his tongue and loops itself through the remainder of his words. Boys aren’t pretty. That’s something reserved only for girls. He’d prefer unique or handsome but since it’s his sister, he’ll let it slide.
Bold too! He likes that, as she nudges him and he reciprocates with an affectionate nip to her neck just beneath the growing scruff of her mane. Part of him wants to tug on a hank of that hair in an equally affectionate manner but he paces himself, trying not to overwhelm her that fast with his loose and easy affections that come only for those in the family. Wildling doesn’t think that at this age he’d really tolerate any other girl but his sister - girls had germs! But she steps back from their impromptu actions that he considers to be an initiation of play and poses a question - are there others?
“There’s father…” he trails off as he gives their mother a glance and she raises her head to chew her last mouthful of grass.
“And Gansey, the last of you three for now. He’s your brother too and he has wings like you Val. You might be able to show him a thing or two.” she muses over the idea. Her children should share each other and help one another grow. Femur figures they would do it regardless but she seems to foster in them that much hope and love despite never thinking she could feel those things for her fierce blue mate or things as small as helpless orphan foals. But somehow she has and there’s no going back now, she realizes with a happy smile that shows off more of her fangs and herbivore teeth.
Not enough to make the sons - brothers - jealous but enough to give the girl the extra boost in confidence that she needs to keep herself a part of this odd family. Femur has never had a doubt that the girl would hold her own against the boys. The trio of foals had taken to one another almost instantly beneath Femur’s approving looks and fanged smiles. Could it always be as easy as that? She’d have to find out because now that she had set foot upon this path, she knew there was no way she could ever stop finding these precious little beasties and stealing them home for herself.
She looks on as son and daughter acquaint themselves with one another. Pride and adoration a mix that seems to never leave her face. Femur could watch them like this forever but knows that one day - and that is a day that always comes too soon! - they will grow up and go away because that’s what children do and she’d expect no less of them. Part of her harbors an expectation that they’ll make the choice to remain and dedicate themselves Tephra but that is a mother’s hope and hope alone is not enough to make them stay. Part of her hopes that no matter where they go or what they do, they remember her and the things that she has taught them or let them discover for themselves.
Wilding has discovered his unique ability to shatter things.
Valensia has mastered her wings, even that odd skeletal one that endears her to Femur for the sake of it being pure intriguing bone.
Now her children break from their shyness towards one another and begin to nip at each other’s noses and indulge in each other’s scents until they are a masterful blend of Femur, Tephra, and each other. How can she look away from that? It was a beautiful play between two unbridled spirits that met and saw their match in one another but recognized that sudden bond of kinship despite there being not a drop of blood shared between them. How beautiful! she thought, bending her head to the grass to lazily crop at it as they interacted around her.
The filly smiles back at him and their fates are sealed!
He steals a small look at their mother and there is nothing but approval and pride on her face as usual whenever she looks at any of them. It warms his heart to know that each of them does the painted mare justice in their dealings with one another. That they’ve taken to this motley family with no gripes or grief and somehow become a solid show of support for one another. He’d never thought love could mean so much - not in this sense but it burrows through his heart like a hungry worm.
(Wildling may never care for another the way he does for his mother and father, sister and brother. Or the myriad others that may stem from their mother’s covert trips to ferret out more children like them for her to keep and build up. Those he might love to, like he does this Valensia - their Valensia.)
She smiles and thanks him. Pride and shyness both vying for a place on her pretty little face. Mother had chosen well with this one, he thinks. Her next comment pulls a rough little laugh from his mouth because it was unexpected. “Thank you? I’m not sure colts can look pretty though…” His gratitude is sincere towards his sister (how quick he is to think of her as that!) but there is a bubble of mirth that rides his tongue and loops itself through the remainder of his words. Boys aren’t pretty. That’s something reserved only for girls. He’d prefer unique or handsome but since it’s his sister, he’ll let it slide.
Bold too! He likes that, as she nudges him and he reciprocates with an affectionate nip to her neck just beneath the growing scruff of her mane. Part of him wants to tug on a hank of that hair in an equally affectionate manner but he paces himself, trying not to overwhelm her that fast with his loose and easy affections that come only for those in the family. Wildling doesn’t think that at this age he’d really tolerate any other girl but his sister - girls had germs! But she steps back from their impromptu actions that he considers to be an initiation of play and poses a question - are there others?
“There’s father…” he trails off as he gives their mother a glance and she raises her head to chew her last mouthful of grass.
“And Gansey, the last of you three for now. He’s your brother too and he has wings like you Val. You might be able to show him a thing or two.” she muses over the idea. Her children should share each other and help one another grow. Femur figures they would do it regardless but she seems to foster in them that much hope and love despite never thinking she could feel those things for her fierce blue mate or things as small as helpless orphan foals. But somehow she has and there’s no going back now, she realizes with a happy smile that shows off more of her fangs and herbivore teeth.
@[Valensia] love her! excuse any assumptions or what not and let me know if i need to change anything! lol <333