It had been an odd year in many ways, but overall it was good. While Nymphetamine still felt the ache from Kimber brushing him off, belittling his attempts to tell her how he cared, the necromancer had found joy in other things. He had had a few pleasant evenings with a few mares that year. They were sweet, uncomplicated (in relation to "his" blue mare) and helped his see that getting along really shouldn't be so hard. That sharing a moment didn't need to be all angst and tough exterior. He enjoyed those moments... the feeling of connection without all the bullheadedness. It was a welcomed changed. He was reflecting on everything that had happened within the year, Vessel being kidnapped, his fall out with Kimber, the multiple promotions from Killdare, etc as he weaved through the trees that made up the forest. He had spent a little time here recently. It was a nice place to hide out from the real world for a brief time. Shaded, relatively quiet, and most importantly outside of Chamber. He had actually just left visiting with Minh, and her filly, one he had sired. They looked well and he would check in the Minh later after she was more settled. He was always more than happy to be a part of his little spawn's lives. The necromancer also knew that he had to keep some distance as well, as the mares were not his.

Well anyway, the blood bay stallion had decided that it was time to move back to Chamber as he had skirted his duties for long enough. While the summer breezes were still blowing he should use them as his own personal air conditioner as he made his way back. however, he heard a bit of a racket and stood still to discern the source. It didn't take him long to realize a mare was giving birth. He waited as the smell hinted at a familiar mare, Nikita he believed. He didn't move into the mares space, instead, he waited to make she the sounds didn't turn to distress. As he waited he remembered their night together many moons ago. She was sweet with a side of spunk if he recalled correctly. The memory continued to unravel until he heard laughter from the new mother. He took this as it was safe, or more so appropriate, for him to go to the mare.

Nymphetamine rounded the corner and saw the painted mare with her foal, a wobbly legged bay paint, he saw himself in the foal almost immediately. A smile came across his lips as he watched the two before he announced himself. He cleared his throat and came into view. "Congratulations Nikita, your foal is lovely, do you have a name yet?" He watched the foal as it stumbled around attempting to control its gangly legs. His attention went back to Nitika then, taking in her appearance, checking her over for any signs of harm or illness. There were none, she looked tired, but none the worse for wear. "You look well. I'm glad to have happened upon you. His words were genuine, and he smiled at her from his place at the head of the clearing. There was a part of him that wished to nuzzle the mare that had just given birth to one of his own, but he hesitated, not sure she would welcome his advances. So he waited, and enjoyed the moment.

Nymphetamine

in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision

The spring air was perfect, the scene was set and Nymphetamine was more than happy to be a part of it. He had met two of his children today and that was more than enough to be grateful for but as he stood here he knew there was more to it. He had vowed nearly a year ago that he would no longer torment himself in an effort to make things work with Kimber. It simply was not worth it, he had to move on. The witnessing the birth of his children reminded him of the way he was forced to drag it out of Kimber that Vessel and Vaughan were his.. or were most likely his as she had been with Warship as well. It had hurt him deeply to know he missed "his" children's earliest days. So the bay stood in Nikita and Siba's presence, he knew the grateful feeling was more than surficial. He knew he needed to be around this time. Sure he had other kids, sure he had met them but he hadn't cared then as he was so (though unbeknownst to him) absorbed with Kimber. Now he had decided to move on and it had hit him square in the face as he stood and talked to Nikita. There was a bubble of emotion within him. It clawed and the scared tough wall that was his emotional baggage.

The necromancer had been to absorbed in thought to catch part of the conversation but he did catch his daughter's name was Siba. "That is a good strong name. I am sure she will do it justice." Next thing he knew Nikita had pushed the filly toward him to say hello. Siba's reluctant-yet-curious advance towards him pulled his attention completely. Siba looked at him with uncertainty and reached for him from a distance with her neck stretched out as far as it could. "Hello, Siba, I'm Nymph. Your Pa." As he spoke the last phrase his eyes locked on Nikita's as he felt enormous pride. He stood to ineract with Siba a bit longer before he moved to stand next to Nikita. His nose brushed her shoulder, "We make a cute kid, no?"

Nymphetamine knew that Nikita had decided to live in the Falls, he had started to wonder if she would come stay in Chamber for a while, just until the babe was grown. He personally had respect for Ygritte and Kreios as they had helped find Vessel when she had been missing, but he knew he could not go to Falls. The necromancer was weeks away from becoming High Priest. As the ranking diplomat he knew he must stay close to Chamber. The winding trail of thoughts was way ahead of his current conversation point however so He needed to broach the concept gently. "I've been thinking, Nikita, I've lost the chance to see my Children grow up in the past, I don't want that to happen again....I want to be a part of Siba's life, if you'd allow it."

Sure nymphetamine was usually a cheeky sarcastic sort but time had tamed him a bit and he had learned there was a time and a place, and this was not the place. He would respect Nikita's decision by he hoped she would allow it. If she agreed he would ask about her staying at Chamber for a time, so he could be around, if not then he would just have to someone find time for many a trip to Falls.

Nymphetamine

in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision