Tiberios
He would always come to her call. Tyrna had been there for him when no one else had even bothered. She’d stood by side and watched over him - his daughter through and through. He could never explain his behavior to her in a way that she would understand. While he’d been a captive, he was trying to save her. While he’d been a free man, he was off being a terrible father. Tiberios owed her much more than his life.
When he rises the hill and sees the shimmering glint of silver his chest contracts, crushing itself until he feels that he cannot breath. There beside her is the boy she spoke of - the one that Tiberios cannot bring himself to think of, so he chains his feelings and composes himself for the light of his world. The only mare who could ever claim true possession of his heart stood just outside the border, looking deceptively happy. Tiberios knew all there was to know about masks, his own blood couldn’t hide from him.
“Talulah!” He calls from afar, slowing has pace so that he can come to stand beside her. His eyes, however, never leave his daughter. She has grown incredibly beautiful and wild, a rival to her mother but still sporting his family’s trademark spots. “No need to worry about this one.” He eases swiftly forward, coming to greet his offspring with a soft bump to the nose before draping his neck across hers. She smells of her mother, of all things untainted and good.
“You hardly look like my daughter.” He says gently before stepping away, a warm smile evident on his mouth. “You’re too pretty, like your mother. But that’s a good thing. Imagine if you took after me.” He turns then, flashing the burn scar across his left cheek before laughing deeply. “Please, come in. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”
When he rises the hill and sees the shimmering glint of silver his chest contracts, crushing itself until he feels that he cannot breath. There beside her is the boy she spoke of - the one that Tiberios cannot bring himself to think of, so he chains his feelings and composes himself for the light of his world. The only mare who could ever claim true possession of his heart stood just outside the border, looking deceptively happy. Tiberios knew all there was to know about masks, his own blood couldn’t hide from him.
“Talulah!” He calls from afar, slowing has pace so that he can come to stand beside her. His eyes, however, never leave his daughter. She has grown incredibly beautiful and wild, a rival to her mother but still sporting his family’s trademark spots. “No need to worry about this one.” He eases swiftly forward, coming to greet his offspring with a soft bump to the nose before draping his neck across hers. She smells of her mother, of all things untainted and good.
“You hardly look like my daughter.” He says gently before stepping away, a warm smile evident on his mouth. “You’re too pretty, like your mother. But that’s a good thing. Imagine if you took after me.” He turns then, flashing the burn scar across his left cheek before laughing deeply. “Please, come in. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”