What does it look like? his voice snapped her attention from the children, their wide eyed stares seemed different than many other children she’s seen. Still wet with after birth, the stink of blood and fresh death fresh on the air around them, the children are an eerie piece of the unfolding puzzle. City flits her yellow eyes onto him, cold and narrow, her lips tightening with the urge to spit venom down his throat. She flicks her tail violently instead, her daughter unwittingly doing the same, eyeing the children still.
She is about to speak, to answer him with some cunning string of words – she is cut off. Her head draws upright, his children? Suspicion is the only thought slithering around in her brain. Well, he did not murder her, he seems to not want harm to come to the children – but something did not seem right, or sane, about how well he was accepting having three newborn orphans. Many reproduce with the absence of love or affection, as the pale mare surely understands, but there was something love-like in his voice when he bid the dead mother goodbye…or rather, a temporary farewell.
“And what will you do with your children, then?” her voice is sharp and cold, like broken ice sliding across paper skin. She steps forward as he seems he is trying to exit the situation. The mother in her cannot let those children walk off to die. Would they not starve without at least a wet nurse? “My child is almost weaned – they need more than just you.” Her voice is low and softer this time. She realizes that she cannot hold him down and make him explain to her, she cannot even make him be truthful, but she could at least offer something an actual parent could not deny their children. Sustenance.
CITY & PADME
the high black water, the devil's daughter
the high black water, the devil's daughter
@[Clayton] @[Sota] idk which to tag but you'll get this lol
SORRY FOR DE WAIT <3
