I swear this half grown stallion in front of me is more excited about his prospective sister than I am. Which, I suppose, is typical of him. He has always had an affinity for children, whereas I love my own and pretty much despise everyone else's. I consider that a step up from my mother, who was indifferent to the lot of us. I'm not angry with her about it. Hell, it's probably the best thing she could have done for Cade and I. Our abandonment is just a fact of life. And it's not like I suffered any for it.
I grin a little, pleased with Kush's response.
"Yeah, well don't think about it for too long, Kushiel." I give him a sour look. "You ought to have more pity for me. I'm the one who will have to see her son get laid because it will probably be the foremost thing in your mind."
I can feel myself growing larger by the moment, I swear, and this little one is ten times more active than Kushiel was in utero. Half the time I was convinced he was dead he was so still. But no, he was just lazy from conception. This filly, however, is already bursting with energy. Unfortunately, she bursting with energy into my ribs.
I wince at a well placed kick from her hooves.
"I haven't got much time. I'll send word when she's born so you can meet her. Behave, Kushiel."
He knows what kind of behavior I mean. The very kind he is best at.
I wish I could gracefully fly away, but instead I have to settle for an ungainly lumber while I count down the days until I can regain my old body back. Gods, I miss flying.
G A L L O W S
We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.
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