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I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you, Breckin and babies - Chryseis - 12-02-2018
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you ;
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Even though she is sick and weak, she is also incredibly stubborn. When her father said that Breckin was safe on Icicle Isle, she had done her best to be content with that. But as she was so prone to do, she became restless. They are late into spring now, and she knows that the spotted mare must have had her baby by now; her half sibling, but somehow it didn’t seem “half”. Breckin had been in her life for so long, she was like a second mother to her. And with Rhaegor back in Tephra, for now, she has nothing to distract her from this perpetual illness.
She travels as far north in Nerine as she can, to the point that when she squints, she can see the shores of Icicle Isle. With a shuddering breath, she slips into the cold water, cringing at the way it makes her skin sting. After a few moments in the frigid sea she can feel her muscles going numb, and a cough threatening in her lungs but she smothers it away.
It isn’t long before she clamors up the icy bank, gasping for breath and finally releasing the cough that completely wracks her body, blood spraying across the snow. She quickly wipes it away, ignoring the way she is completely fatigued from the journey. She shivers in the cold, almost immediately regretting her decision, but she presses on, and she heads south, assuming Breckin wouldn’t be keeping her baby in the middle of a frozen tundra.
Gradually, it grows a little bit warmer. The snow slowly begins to lessen, but her body is still shivering uncontrollably, from the fever and from still being damp. Finally, in the distance, through fever-glossed eyes, she finds her target. ”Breckin!” Even though her voice is joyous, it is weak and hoarse, but she forces her tired legs into a trot.
As soon as she is close enough she wraps her neck around her, careful to not wipe any blood on her, her eyes closing for a moment in exhaustion. Everything about the gold-blazed filly is a wreck right now. The illness has caused her to drop weight, her eyes were watery from fever, and her muzzle still held the dried residue of blood from coughing — not to mention the only partially healed bite from Ivar on her shoulder. Finally, she pulls away, and when she realizes there is not one, but two newborn babies, she gasps before squealing out excitedly, ”Oh my gosh, you had twins!”
She lowers her head towards the two little girls, noting how they both had golden manes and tails - just like her blaze. She refrains from touching them, knowing what an awful mess she looked like, but she smiles at them all the same, offering in her soft, sweetened voice, ”I’m your guys’ big sister, Chryseis. I’m going to show you exactly how to drive dad crazy.” Lifting her head with a giggle, she turns her glittering brown eyes back to Breckin and asks,”What are their names?”
chryseis.
and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you
and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you
@[Breckin]
@[Eurwen]
RE: I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you, Breckin and babies - Breckin - 12-05-2018
It had been a quiet, near blissful past couple of days. She’d savored what precious time she could with her twin girls as often as she could, knowing somehow that it might not last long. Leilan was off somewhere doing something, as was her little dragon colt, so today she preoccupied her time by doing nothing in particular. The girls played as sisters do, only stopping to nurse or doze for a bit before starting the cycle over again. It was tiring for the young mother, but in some warped sense it was re-energizing also, alighting a new vigor and purpose within the already burdened woman.
And it was during one of their breaks in play in order to feed that their attention was grabbed by a distant voice. Slow to react for whatever reason, Breckin couldn’t tell who the visitor was until they were already only a horse length away.
"Little dove," she choked out with surprise, raising her head in time to see the young woman just before she was pulled into a hug. "Little dove," she says once more, this time a pleasant, contented murmur against the girl's dark mane. Regrettably, it had been a while since Breckin had seen the filly she'd considered her first daughter, though of course their relations weren't direct it hardly mattered--she'd come to love Chryseis all the same. A fact that would have held true even if Leilan hadn't come back into her life. "I'm so glad to see you," she said as the gold blazed girl broke their contact.
Chryseis gasps and the leopard mare follows her line of vision to the young girls nearby. She laughs softly as their older sister makes them mischief filled promises and for a moment she feels sorry for the girl's sire. She knew that there was enough wisdom between herself and Chryseis in the ways of making Leilan crazy to last a small eternity and with their combined influence on the twins, well...
"HI CHRYSEIS! WE'RE TWINS!" Oisin shouted excitedly, trotting over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Eurwen so that Chryseis could get a better view. "But we aren't that much alike I guess. Except we have gold hair like Papa. I wanna drive Papa crazy! Oh yeah, I’m Oisin and that’s Eurwen. The elder baby knew that her younger sister was shyer. And that just meant it was up to the chocolate-hued girl to speak up for her spotted sister when necessary. Like now.
With a few brave steps, Oisin pushes herself into the blue roan girls personal space. Extending her muzzle with ears alert and inquisitive bright eyes, her nostrils flare in childish excitement. “WOW A BIG SISTER! Do we look alike?” , crossing her eyes then, she tries to see if she has a mark on her face just like her older sibling does. She probably would have noticed it by now, but who knows? Maybe she had missed it.
Breckin cringed at Oisin’s tone of voice, but smiled all the same. “You don’t have to shout, Oisin, we can hear you just as easily with your quiet voice.” Eurwen was nearby still, so the dotted woman affectionately brushed her lips against the spotted baby’s tufted forelock as if to straighten it. “You should say hello to your sister, darling. She travelled very far to see you.”
But her attention shifts yet again, moving back to Chryseis now that introductions had happened. Concern etches the lines of her face as her eyes skim over the bite mark on her shoulder before settling on the dried blood that speckled her muzzle. It would have been hard to see it against the dark contrast of her skin had she not already been so close. Breckin wants to question her but before she does, there is something else that needs done. There’s much less snow on the southern part of the isle, but it’s still there, so with nothing more than her desire, she finds a heap of snow with her telekinetic whim and draws it closer. As gently as possible, she uses the coarse coldness to brush and clean away the blood that dirtied the blue roan’s beautiful face. “There, that’s better.” Smiling, she leans herself against the girls side to offer her own body heat while absentmindedly fiddling with her step daughters mane. “Tell me, Chryseis, what trouble have you been getting into?”
@[Chryseis] @[Eurwen]
RE: I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you, Breckin and babies - Eurwen - 12-08-2018
Eurwen
in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
One second she was perfectly fine nursing behind Oisin, the next there was movement and with a bit of a dazed look she watches her mother greet someone she doesn't know; a dark young lady but with a very interesting-looking face. Gold, like her and Sheen's mane, like their father's. Like Gilt even.
She'd come to like the colt, though she still felt that nursing at the same time with him was a bit scary. He had a lot of (possibly harmless, possibly harmful) attributes to his face that made him a little... off. Then there was wings - extra appendages she wasn't sure were useful, but who knew what he was doing with them when she wasn't looking? Still - Sheen was quite alright with him, and Mama too. Perhaps she was overreacting, but one could never be too careful. She'd noticed Papa never really intervened or played with him, too. But who knows. He might just be very busy. Or a little jealous.
She'd giggle at that thought if it weren't for the New Girl though. Her brown eyes peek silently around her mother's hind leg, as Eurwen rather lets Sheen do all the talking. Or, shouting really. She cringes a little as her older twin says she wants to drive Papa crazy. Wasn't that a little mean? Then again he never seemed to mind when Oisin did something that would - most of the time - have upset Mama. Maybe that was too much of a challenge for her sister. She silently speaks up, hardly to be heard but between her chocolate sister's relative time of silence, just hear-able. "I don't want a crazy Papa." It's almost as if she's near-crying when she says it - she likes her Papa, but he can be a little scary if he's angry. She doesn't want to find out what he'll be like if he's really mad at them.
Mama is a much better intervener, however, saying Sheen doesn't have to shout. The dotted smiles a little as she gets to have the affectionate brush of her mother's lips, and her sister doesn't. That's what she gets for being loud - although, she does have Seis' attention. And Mama also says to go say hi. So she shyly shuffles a bit forward some more. "Hello Seis. I'm Wen." She tries a smile, though her big eyes and shaky lips betray her nervousness. She's so big. Bigger than Sheen. About as big as Mama. Definitely not the size she'd expected to match to the word 'sister', since she'd always only called Sheen her sister, before.
She'd come to like the colt, though she still felt that nursing at the same time with him was a bit scary. He had a lot of (possibly harmless, possibly harmful) attributes to his face that made him a little... off. Then there was wings - extra appendages she wasn't sure were useful, but who knew what he was doing with them when she wasn't looking? Still - Sheen was quite alright with him, and Mama too. Perhaps she was overreacting, but one could never be too careful. She'd noticed Papa never really intervened or played with him, too. But who knows. He might just be very busy. Or a little jealous.
She'd giggle at that thought if it weren't for the New Girl though. Her brown eyes peek silently around her mother's hind leg, as Eurwen rather lets Sheen do all the talking. Or, shouting really. She cringes a little as her older twin says she wants to drive Papa crazy. Wasn't that a little mean? Then again he never seemed to mind when Oisin did something that would - most of the time - have upset Mama. Maybe that was too much of a challenge for her sister. She silently speaks up, hardly to be heard but between her chocolate sister's relative time of silence, just hear-able. "I don't want a crazy Papa." It's almost as if she's near-crying when she says it - she likes her Papa, but he can be a little scary if he's angry. She doesn't want to find out what he'll be like if he's really mad at them.
Mama is a much better intervener, however, saying Sheen doesn't have to shout. The dotted smiles a little as she gets to have the affectionate brush of her mother's lips, and her sister doesn't. That's what she gets for being loud - although, she does have Seis' attention. And Mama also says to go say hi. So she shyly shuffles a bit forward some more. "Hello Seis. I'm Wen." She tries a smile, though her big eyes and shaky lips betray her nervousness. She's so big. Bigger than Sheen. About as big as Mama. Definitely not the size she'd expected to match to the word 'sister', since she'd always only called Sheen her sister, before.
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
in the spring becomes the rose
@[Chryseis]
RE: I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you, Breckin and babies - Chryseis - 12-12-2018
you were a vision in the morning
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you
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