08-24-2015, 02:57 AM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
He smiled amusedly at her half-hearted complaints. He was mischievous at heart and thoroughly enjoyed messing with his children. How else was he supposed to have some fun? “All right, Miss Priss. Let me fix it for you.” Michaelis gently threads through her mane and settles it into some semblance of order. It wouldn’t do for such a pretty girl to not appear at her best after all.
He wonders at her abrupt change of mood when he mentioned Nebibi. Did they perhaps have a falling out? The blue roan wasn’t too happy to see any discord amongst those he considered to be his. But her next couple of sentences alerts him to where the heart of the problem lay. Wayra had always been of the cautious sort as compared to her more wayward sister. He knew the meadow was a place of rumors and stories and these stories could translate into scary things for a young girl. She had been a fretful child; Michaelis was often soothing her childish fears. He supposed her attachment to her could be attributed to the way he would often coddle her.
But a father couldn’t help but try and be the dark knight for one of his precious children.
He nuzzles her cheek once and sighs. What to do with this child so full of doubts? “Nonsense, silly girl. Of course I’m delighted you’re here.” He steps back and eyes her accordingly. It’s time she tried to make some sort of life decision. He knows it’s hard to find your own way into the world. But it is something that is done by many others time and time again. There comes a time when the fledgling grows too large for the nest and must learn to flap its wings if it did not want to starve.
He tries to keep a stern expression but his mismatched eyes radiant his deep affection for her. How could he not favor his blue little girl who would constantly trail after him? She was the only one of his children to be blue like him and his own father.
“Oh Blue. If not the field, then where will you find a home? Do you plan to stay with your mother? Or do you find the chamber more to your liking? I worry about you, you know. I’m more than happy to help if you are uncertain about something.”
( The Shadow Child )