05-06-2016, 09:33 AM
WEIR
Sometimes the world works in mysterious ways, surely if anyone knows that it is Weir. While it is mysterious there is still usually some reason as to why or how things go the way they do. Maybe he was charming, romantic or gentle. Maybe he was all of those things. One thing he is undoubtedly, is a grand teacher and while the subject of procreation was not the one he intended to teach at all, somehow one thing had led to another. Not that he wasn’t simply delighted, in fact he was wholly ecstatic about the whole thing. It had been some time since Weir had fathered a child and already the ones he had were growing far into adulthood. All that aside he still had not had anyone to share his days with and now the prospect of having just that made him giddy with joy.
It is no surprise that Weir has counted the days, ticking each one off in his mind. It could be any time now, babies had their way of coming when they were good and ready.
A low call reaches him from the copse of spruce in which he grazes, his red ears turning towards the sound with a start. Is it time? Is the baby here? So many questions have already begun to whirl through his brain and he doesn’t notice he is frozen in place until a shout reaches him.
“Weir, WEIR, snap to it! Eira is calling what are you doing?”
“Oh. Oh, right right, Eira. The baby! We should hurry, on the double Darwin!” He’s shouting himself in his excitement, turning around abruptly to head in the direction of the sound. Thankfully he is not far, reaching Eira late because already there is a beautiful colt at her side.
“I’m late. Sorry, terribly sorry my love. Oh but he is wonderful! Simply beautiful, look at him. What is he called?” So far his amber eyes have been racing back and forth and back and forth between the two unable to decide who he should be adoring more.
Darwin simply shakes his head, tutting under his breath while Weir stumbles over himself.
It is no surprise that Weir has counted the days, ticking each one off in his mind. It could be any time now, babies had their way of coming when they were good and ready.
A low call reaches him from the copse of spruce in which he grazes, his red ears turning towards the sound with a start. Is it time? Is the baby here? So many questions have already begun to whirl through his brain and he doesn’t notice he is frozen in place until a shout reaches him.
“Weir, WEIR, snap to it! Eira is calling what are you doing?”
“Oh. Oh, right right, Eira. The baby! We should hurry, on the double Darwin!” He’s shouting himself in his excitement, turning around abruptly to head in the direction of the sound. Thankfully he is not far, reaching Eira late because already there is a beautiful colt at her side.
“I’m late. Sorry, terribly sorry my love. Oh but he is wonderful! Simply beautiful, look at him. What is he called?” So far his amber eyes have been racing back and forth and back and forth between the two unable to decide who he should be adoring more.
Darwin simply shakes his head, tutting under his breath while Weir stumbles over himself.
WINTER IS COMING