03-22-2018, 03:41 PM
Ilma nods only slightly when Kagerus mentions the elusiveness of her partner. Perhaps it is an old instinct, from where horses came; for the males to roam and the females to knit into a close herd to raise the children they had produced last season, either with or without the father around. It's just a bit of a shame that the stallions don't often see their children so much as they should, because Ilma thinks that learning always is a two-way street, and that a foal in all it's innocence will ask questions that even the oldest man or woman might learn to think in a different way. Alas, it seems for the both of them this is not the case, or at least not for Ilma. Someday she'd like to meet a man who stays around more, but with Ashhal she had known there was no hope of asking him to go back with her to Hyaline. Her words go deeper than they should have for any other woman, however hormonally upset they might be. Ilma leans into Kagerus' touch, a touch of sturdiness that she will be here, no matter what (unless in the unfortunate incident that she might die in childbirth herself). The prophecy must weigh heavy on the spotted bay, and Ilma is there just to offer mental support and to listen. As the story rolls forward, Kagerus tells her about a dream, and Ilma blinks. Her mind races like crazy. "So, you brought the child back from the dream like your wings?" she concludes. It sounds strange and logically at the same time. She feels sorry for Kagerus, when she almost angrily tells the grass that she will never be a mother. Ilma's heart breaks only just a little, but enough to have her mind racing, searching for opportunities. "What if you... dreamed it differently?" How big is this power of hers? Could she birth while dreaming and live? |
@[Kagerus]
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time