we need love, but all we want is danger; birthing, any

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash Her defensiveness is not unexpected, and even as Lucrezia puts herself between us I am craning around her for a better looks at the little colt as he finds his feet. I step forward again when she turns back to the boy, and though I do not speak I do press my shoulder against her in a greeting, trusting that she will understand that it is not that I am displeased to see her, only that I am more enthralled by the child. Our son, she says. Yes, I think, yes, I can see my occasional spots on his hide, and the way his tail flicks about. My son. “Hello Rome,” I say, lowering my head so that the two of us are at eye level. I wuff out a heavy breath when he’s close enough, and then chuckle as the sound – or something – causes the boy to turn and flee back to the safety of his mother’s side. I follow him, but this time my amber gaze stays with Lucrezia. “He’s wonderful,” I tell her, pride and honesty clear in my voice, “You will be a wonderful mother.” I will be a good father too, my stance at her side suggests. I will do my best, as I have always tried to do for my children. If I’d known she was with child, there would have been much less of a delay in my return to the kingdom. Accidents happen, I remember my mother saying, though as I look back down at Rome I think that perhaps sometimes accidents can turn out to be blessings in disguise. The load beat of wings has been drawing closer for some time, and when I look up to see my father landing near the palms I am not startled. Though when the sand shifts at his feet, I take a step between him and Lucrezia. It is only Tarnished, I see as the sand takes shape, and I move back (somewhat pridefully - I would like them to see my son) to my original position. Lucrezia beckons them forward, telling them to come and meet the newest member of the Deserts’ family. Yes, I realize, they do belong here. They really belong with me, of course, where I can keep them safest, but I’d not presume to ask it of Lucrezia – no more than my father had asked it of my own mother. “His name is Rome,” I say to the black stallions as they come forward.

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