08-20-2019, 11:53 AM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
It may have occurred to him that the young mare-to-be before him would be easy prey for those with ill intentions; and perhaps he shouldn’t have invited her or maybe he should tell her now that the world was more dangerous than he. But he didn’t want to spoil the fun, let her have a good time and go home, and maybe her mother can scold her when she gets there and smells of him. In the meantime, he’ll make sure nothing actually happens.
That’s the rational part. The emotional part just wants to greedily keep her close, be her friend, and who knows, maybe someday she likes to live here - though to be honest, none of his… interests (love interest is too strong a word, especially for young Vita), so far wanted to. It was something he had to try and live with; for now he just enjoyed what, when, and who he could. Not anyone younger than him so far, he took care of that.
Was that so bad? He thinks not. So far they all seem happy with both him and their children.
She shifts, a dark speck in the air: a crow. He chuckles, then matches her - almost. The white raven circles her, then speeds off to the south, his intended goal. Perhaps they’ll make a race of it, or he can show off his flying skills and see where she’s at. The latter sounding far more interesting in his mind the moment he thinks of it, he makes a backwards flip mid-air and caws at her. Let’s see what this bird’s got.
That’s the rational part. The emotional part just wants to greedily keep her close, be her friend, and who knows, maybe someday she likes to live here - though to be honest, none of his… interests (love interest is too strong a word, especially for young Vita), so far wanted to. It was something he had to try and live with; for now he just enjoyed what, when, and who he could. Not anyone younger than him so far, he took care of that.
Was that so bad? He thinks not. So far they all seem happy with both him and their children.
She shifts, a dark speck in the air: a crow. He chuckles, then matches her - almost. The white raven circles her, then speeds off to the south, his intended goal. Perhaps they’ll make a race of it, or he can show off his flying skills and see where she’s at. The latter sounding far more interesting in his mind the moment he thinks of it, he makes a backwards flip mid-air and caws at her. Let’s see what this bird’s got.
@[Vita]