10-17-2015, 08:01 PM
la jeune fille marquée
Minette had wondered from the way Felinae acted, if she carried a child. The season was wrong but it happened sometimes. Children born in the late days of winter didn't always survive. The pale gray mare made a silent vow not to let that happen. Felinae deserved happiness in her life after being wrenched from a home she loved and this baby could be that for her. Minette had never cared before what her position in the mountain herd was but now she felt a sense of ease knowing that she could ensure her friend's continued health, and that of her baby.
She feels a sharp pang, thinking of her first baby. Her lost daughter, her Anguisette, the girl who is never far from her thoughts. The loss washes over her like the cool streams and Minette allows a small smile to flash across her features.
“Oh Felinae, that is good news. I know the situation isn't what you would want, but I will be here to help. Your baby will be a bright spot for you.”
Only briefly does she consider what Gryffen might think of his captive bearing someone else's child. Minette has enough confidence in his affection for her that she does not worry for long. She will make him see that this child is not a threat.
And perhaps, if she bears a child for the white stallion this season, his pride will be appeased. For though she has grown to trust him, she knows that he still struggles against his darker nature.
Minette turns her attention back to the blue mare, giving her a playful grin. “It sounds beautiful. I have nothing here to compare with your old home, but I can show you the outcroppings of rock where I delivered my child. It's sheltered there, and the hardier plants continue to grow through the winter months. That's the one good thing about the mist here. It's good weather for growing things.”
As she leads her companion through the territory, a raven follows them. Minette has grown used to them although she will never care for them. Stoically she ignores their presence and points out the overhangs of rocks that are good for hiding under in storms and the places where food can almost always be found. The entire herd grows slim during the cold months, but there is always the Chamber if food is entirely gone. Minette has no love for the raven queen's throne, but the heat of the tree ensure there is always things to eat. For Felinae, she will make the trek.
In the distance she sees Leck sharpening his horns, and she nickers to him.
“That's my son.” Minette says evenly. “He prefers solitude and you may not see much of him. I have a feeling he won't make the mountains his home for long.”
She feels a sharp pang, thinking of her first baby. Her lost daughter, her Anguisette, the girl who is never far from her thoughts. The loss washes over her like the cool streams and Minette allows a small smile to flash across her features.
“Oh Felinae, that is good news. I know the situation isn't what you would want, but I will be here to help. Your baby will be a bright spot for you.”
Only briefly does she consider what Gryffen might think of his captive bearing someone else's child. Minette has enough confidence in his affection for her that she does not worry for long. She will make him see that this child is not a threat.
And perhaps, if she bears a child for the white stallion this season, his pride will be appeased. For though she has grown to trust him, she knows that he still struggles against his darker nature.
Minette turns her attention back to the blue mare, giving her a playful grin. “It sounds beautiful. I have nothing here to compare with your old home, but I can show you the outcroppings of rock where I delivered my child. It's sheltered there, and the hardier plants continue to grow through the winter months. That's the one good thing about the mist here. It's good weather for growing things.”
As she leads her companion through the territory, a raven follows them. Minette has grown used to them although she will never care for them. Stoically she ignores their presence and points out the overhangs of rocks that are good for hiding under in storms and the places where food can almost always be found. The entire herd grows slim during the cold months, but there is always the Chamber if food is entirely gone. Minette has no love for the raven queen's throne, but the heat of the tree ensure there is always things to eat. For Felinae, she will make the trek.
In the distance she sees Leck sharpening his horns, and she nickers to him.
“That's my son.” Minette says evenly. “He prefers solitude and you may not see much of him. I have a feeling he won't make the mountains his home for long.”