la jeune fille marquée
If Minette knew of Magnus' jealousy, she would have put his mind at ease. This child, like the two before her, weren't a choice she would have made. She loves them all dearly, even wayward Leck, but Minette had long dreamed that children would come from a stallion of a different type. One who loved her and saw a future encompassing all of life's trials and joys together. She knew it was foolish, and so she never shared that small, sheltered part of her broken heart. As well, it had faded somewhat. Her time as Carnage's plaything had dimmed her natural hopefulness. The gray mare had started to expect darkness from the world, and despair.
But something was changing, and it took form in a kiss.
Minette blinks, surprised and girlishly embarrassed as Magnus' lips graze her cheek. A deep feeling of giddiness rises up in her soul and she laughs, a high, clear sound. It breaks through the fog and startles the ravens above them. The gray mare's eyes dance, filled with light and love, accepting the compliment and reveling in it. Not because she believes she is beautiful. Minette looked at herself and saw only the shadows of scars and desecration. No, she smiled because he believes she iss beautiful, and that is enough.
Minette nickers as the little girl stumbles forth, letting the filly know all is well. She isn't surprised to see Amorette. She is as adventurous as Anguisette was, and immensely curious besides. Her question causes a sharp intake of breath, and Minette casts an apologetic look at Magnus. It's her own fault, really. Minette has never mentioned Amorette's father to her, not even a name, so of course the child would latch on to the first stallion to appear.
“She doesn't know about her father.” Minette murmurs in tones meant only for the stallion's ears, before turning to her little girl, a gentle reminder in her voice. “What do we say when we meet someone new, petit?”
Minette doesn't bother to hide her interested amusement at the interaction between the pair. There is something about seeing the stallion she is coming to care for take the time to be patient and gentle with her child that warms her heart. Impulsively, Minette nuzzles Magnus, the bubbling of emotion she feels needing a physical outlet.
With a playful wink at Amorette, Minette says to Magnus, “You know, they are a bit funny looking. And new, too, yes? Did a passing bird give them to you as a gift?”
An idea is forming in the little mare's mind, one she is trying to be brave enough to express.
But something was changing, and it took form in a kiss.
Minette blinks, surprised and girlishly embarrassed as Magnus' lips graze her cheek. A deep feeling of giddiness rises up in her soul and she laughs, a high, clear sound. It breaks through the fog and startles the ravens above them. The gray mare's eyes dance, filled with light and love, accepting the compliment and reveling in it. Not because she believes she is beautiful. Minette looked at herself and saw only the shadows of scars and desecration. No, she smiled because he believes she iss beautiful, and that is enough.
Minette nickers as the little girl stumbles forth, letting the filly know all is well. She isn't surprised to see Amorette. She is as adventurous as Anguisette was, and immensely curious besides. Her question causes a sharp intake of breath, and Minette casts an apologetic look at Magnus. It's her own fault, really. Minette has never mentioned Amorette's father to her, not even a name, so of course the child would latch on to the first stallion to appear.
“She doesn't know about her father.” Minette murmurs in tones meant only for the stallion's ears, before turning to her little girl, a gentle reminder in her voice. “What do we say when we meet someone new, petit?”
Minette doesn't bother to hide her interested amusement at the interaction between the pair. There is something about seeing the stallion she is coming to care for take the time to be patient and gentle with her child that warms her heart. Impulsively, Minette nuzzles Magnus, the bubbling of emotion she feels needing a physical outlet.
With a playful wink at Amorette, Minette says to Magnus, “You know, they are a bit funny looking. And new, too, yes? Did a passing bird give them to you as a gift?”
An idea is forming in the little mare's mind, one she is trying to be brave enough to express.