07-10-2015, 04:32 PM
Much to her surprise (and slightly to her horror), the first horse to appear is not Jason, but Voudou. She grimaces internally, but puts on a smile for the black mare. She doesn't actually dislike the moody creature, but Voudou's face is not exactly the first that she wants to see after giving birth. Especially considering they're Jason's children.
Her surprise deepens however, when she realizes that a small black shape is following at Voudou's heels. A jet black colt, newly born if she guesses correctly. She's more than a bit stunned - she hadn't even realized that Voudou was pregnant! The feeling is quickly followed by guilt. Clearly she's been too self-occupied this past winter if she missed something so important.
"Yes, yes we were blessed." She doesn't miss the tone in Voudou's voice, but she chooses to ignore it. And she believes they are blessed anyhow. She'd been surprised by the twins, but now that they're here she wouldn't want it any other way. Voudou suddenly asks if she would watch her child, and Fiasko's head cocks to the side, her eyes narrowed. She knows what the mare is asking, what she's truly asking. She finds it abhorrent that Voudou would want to give up her child ... but wouldn't it be better for the child, if Voudou truly does not want it? She believes it had been far better for herself to be abandoned and later adopted by Kaelie and Finnley, than to have been raised by her own abusive, blood mother.
And then, suddenly he's here. Voudou's son flees her mind momentarily. "Jason!" A bright, crooked smile lights up her face. He rushes to her, caressing her, then moves on to the children. Fiasko's smile somehow widens as he touches each of them in turn. "I haven't named them yet. I've been waiting for you." She wouldn't want to do it without him.
Then he turns to Voudou's child, and her eye follows. The boy seems sweet enough and who knows, maybe she could manage three of them. Though, she doesn't think she could produce enough milk for three. But it probably would be nice for the twin to have a playmate. "What's his name?"
A familiar scent reaches her nose and she turns, smiling still, to watch Wichita as she approaches. The silver black mare is nearing the end of her pregnancy and Fiasko's heart goes out to her as she spots the mare's greatly swollen sides. She remembers when she had run across Wichita ... well, after. It angers her to think that someone had done that to such a sweet mare. "Thank you Wichita! And that's quite alright. How are you faring?"
Her surprise deepens however, when she realizes that a small black shape is following at Voudou's heels. A jet black colt, newly born if she guesses correctly. She's more than a bit stunned - she hadn't even realized that Voudou was pregnant! The feeling is quickly followed by guilt. Clearly she's been too self-occupied this past winter if she missed something so important.
"Yes, yes we were blessed." She doesn't miss the tone in Voudou's voice, but she chooses to ignore it. And she believes they are blessed anyhow. She'd been surprised by the twins, but now that they're here she wouldn't want it any other way. Voudou suddenly asks if she would watch her child, and Fiasko's head cocks to the side, her eyes narrowed. She knows what the mare is asking, what she's truly asking. She finds it abhorrent that Voudou would want to give up her child ... but wouldn't it be better for the child, if Voudou truly does not want it? She believes it had been far better for herself to be abandoned and later adopted by Kaelie and Finnley, than to have been raised by her own abusive, blood mother.
And then, suddenly he's here. Voudou's son flees her mind momentarily. "Jason!" A bright, crooked smile lights up her face. He rushes to her, caressing her, then moves on to the children. Fiasko's smile somehow widens as he touches each of them in turn. "I haven't named them yet. I've been waiting for you." She wouldn't want to do it without him.
Then he turns to Voudou's child, and her eye follows. The boy seems sweet enough and who knows, maybe she could manage three of them. Though, she doesn't think she could produce enough milk for three. But it probably would be nice for the twin to have a playmate. "What's his name?"
A familiar scent reaches her nose and she turns, smiling still, to watch Wichita as she approaches. The silver black mare is nearing the end of her pregnancy and Fiasko's heart goes out to her as she spots the mare's greatly swollen sides. She remembers when she had run across Wichita ... well, after. It angers her to think that someone had done that to such a sweet mare. "Thank you Wichita! And that's quite alright. How are you faring?"