and I discovered that my castles stand
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
Texas only knows of Tyrna; if Shatter Me has had other children before the weanling that’s tagging at her heels now he’s never bothered to find out. He does assume that the battered looking stallion that has recently joined the kingdom is the same Dalean prince that was Tyrna’s father and therefore that the older Tyrna and the colt were full siblings despite the gaps in their ages. So few of Texas’ children know the names of their siblings, let alone grew up with them. There are a few exceptions, times when Texas had truly tried to be the man that the women who loved him wanted him to be.
He had always failed in the end, of course – there is a reason that he is old and alone.
He hadn’t meant the quip about Chezter unkindly and is glad that Eld hadn’t interpreted it that way. What he didn’t expect was the explanation that followed, with Eld saying the F word (feelings) aloud and then asking for advice on matters of the heart. If there were anyone less suited to giving an opinion on the matter, Eld would have had a hard time finding them. Texas has had more affairs than he has hairs in his tail – most of them while single but more than a few while he was supposedly monogamous.
He’s never in his life let anyone down; he simply takes what they give him and then often asks for more while never giving anything in exchange.
He briefly considers lying, or perhaps just repeating what he’s heard other say, or even just telling her that whatever she decides to do is the best route. Instead he simple just says: “No idea.” He rolls his brown shoulders in an equine semblance of a shrug, knowing well that he’s given a sadly short response to a rather lengthy question. “I don’t have a lot of experience being gentle. Just tell him you’re not interested. If he doesn’t get the picture, I’ll persuade him.”
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