07-10-2016, 05:25 AM
PHAEDRUS
Life is busy, that has never changed for him. As much as he wanted to remain anti-social, and simply the warrior in the background it seemed that life was slowly pushing him to the head of the same busy hubbub that he used to make snarky comments about others going about and uselessly performing. He didn’t realize it yet, but this would be the second of many speeches, and diplomatic serves for his kingdom, and herd. The Falls queen had been the first, each discussion had piled from one to the other. Each as necessary as the last. It wasn’t that all the talking was not profitable, because that it seemed to be in abundance. It was just that he wanted to stay in the background and be the quiet soul that never said a word.
The first to join him is Zaravich, and Josie. He smiles to them both in greeting. Then as each come out and greet each other, or in some cases stay behind their mother’s tail, he can’t help but notice Steris’ discomfort. Something else that he worries about. Josie mentions that she is making her own choice and this he respects; in acknowledgement he nods to her with a smile of pride. The talking continues and every so often he glances in Roma’s direction longing for her to join them, but he understands her desire for distance. Still he makes a mental note in the back of his mind to visit her again later after the foals have had their time. He can see the closeness they keep with their mothers, while some might take it as a bad sign, he took it as a way to see how good these mothers were. Finally, its finished, there was no disagreement, and no tension. The relief is visible in his muscles as he saunters down to the foal’s level. He nips gently at Gyps’ crest You’re it. He takes off at a trot spinning back around to see them all.
He still notices that even with the fun Steris stays next to her mother, and Wolfish remains protectively by Steris. He couldn’t be more proud of his son than in that moment, everything he could ever want to teach a boy was being shown in that moment. He turns attention back to the others Rustic chasing after him in that moment catches him just as he is about to turn around. She giggles nipping at his mane You’re it He smirks a glint of mischief in his eye before he takes after Clarisse.
However, its Sheba that takes care of the lonely ones, exactly as she was supposed to do. Or so he thought. She flips her ears back at Josie’s comment You will come visit us, or I’ll come out after you. She states it with an unmistakable edge of defiance in her voice. Then she takes note of Gyps. You know she reminds me of you at one point. She was referring to being alone, and scared, and in need of a friend. Nudging Josie to follow her and head towards the foal Sheba sits in front of Gyps with a cheesy grin. Even if there was a mare that would help with leading the herd, Sheba would still believe herself queen, and the center of all’s attention no matter the circumstances. Gyps, you should meet Josie. She flicks her tail back and forth with a deep throated purr, hoping that she could be the same friend to Gyps that she had been to Josie, and continue to be of course. Because there was no way that any of them were going to find another that could replace her.
The first to join him is Zaravich, and Josie. He smiles to them both in greeting. Then as each come out and greet each other, or in some cases stay behind their mother’s tail, he can’t help but notice Steris’ discomfort. Something else that he worries about. Josie mentions that she is making her own choice and this he respects; in acknowledgement he nods to her with a smile of pride. The talking continues and every so often he glances in Roma’s direction longing for her to join them, but he understands her desire for distance. Still he makes a mental note in the back of his mind to visit her again later after the foals have had their time. He can see the closeness they keep with their mothers, while some might take it as a bad sign, he took it as a way to see how good these mothers were. Finally, its finished, there was no disagreement, and no tension. The relief is visible in his muscles as he saunters down to the foal’s level. He nips gently at Gyps’ crest You’re it. He takes off at a trot spinning back around to see them all.
He still notices that even with the fun Steris stays next to her mother, and Wolfish remains protectively by Steris. He couldn’t be more proud of his son than in that moment, everything he could ever want to teach a boy was being shown in that moment. He turns attention back to the others Rustic chasing after him in that moment catches him just as he is about to turn around. She giggles nipping at his mane You’re it He smirks a glint of mischief in his eye before he takes after Clarisse.
However, its Sheba that takes care of the lonely ones, exactly as she was supposed to do. Or so he thought. She flips her ears back at Josie’s comment You will come visit us, or I’ll come out after you. She states it with an unmistakable edge of defiance in her voice. Then she takes note of Gyps. You know she reminds me of you at one point. She was referring to being alone, and scared, and in need of a friend. Nudging Josie to follow her and head towards the foal Sheba sits in front of Gyps with a cheesy grin. Even if there was a mare that would help with leading the herd, Sheba would still believe herself queen, and the center of all’s attention no matter the circumstances. Gyps, you should meet Josie. She flicks her tail back and forth with a deep throated purr, hoping that she could be the same friend to Gyps that she had been to Josie, and continue to be of course. Because there was no way that any of them were going to find another that could replace her.
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