like the glow that christens the moon; torrid, kidlets, any

[Kerowyn]

and the light of a fading star
is what you were, is what you are

The relief of a single child after carrying twins permeates her entire pregnancy. Her body expands, but the weight of this one is fraction of her first two; her body and soul seem to float, whereas last year it seemed as if there were magnets in her hooves. Kerowyn found some comfort with this one’s father, which was enough for the time being. They both knew he wasn’t the staying type, and she was still too skittish to completely trust anyone. She was lonely. He seemed sad. He was kind to Tamora and Marigny, and in the end she thought a sibling for them would be nice. Someone to tie her to Tarnished. Someone to remember that oh-so-very-welcome bit of kindness.

His birth is easier, too. The girls keep watch while he sleeps easily from her body and into the bright, big world. They are naturally curious, but are sweet enough to give her a few hours alone with him. His dark coat dries to a deep blue color, and as her glacier colored eyes devour every inch of his little body, a name comes to mind. “Hello, darling,” she whispers to him when his eyes can finally focus on her. Kerowyn rises and urges him to do the same, gently prodding him up and onto spindly legs with a softest of touches from her velvet-soft nose. “Up you go, Torrid.” Kerowyn smiles as he wobbles, falls, and then tries again, this time with success. It seems the name fits. 

Perhaps the worst part of her life is over. In this moment, there is nothing more she could ask for.

kerowyn

brennen x morphine

@[holli]
@[torrid]