05-13-2016, 06:46 PM
She hadn’t really discussed all of this with Weir. Well, she’d sort of discussed it with him. In the sense that he’d told her about how he’d come to adopt Neva. But she hadn’t exactly discussed the possibility of her adopting the child. Especially after they’d just had a child of their own.
She doesn’t thinks he’ll mind though. He couldn’t, could he? Just one look at that sweet little black face, and he’ll love her just as much as she does, surely?
She hopes so anyway.
Eira keeps her nerves under wraps as they cross over the border into the Dale. Little Graeme, now full of milk, is gambolling along at her side, in the lovely, happy, innocent way that young foals do. She’s tiring though, Eira can tell. Unsurprising - it’s already been quite a day for her. Not to mention the fact that the Dale is quite a long ways away from the den, at least for a young foal who likely hasn’t been getting enough to eat.
Little Graeme peers up at her, asking if they’re arrived yet. Eira smiles at the girl and leans down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. “Yes, dear-heart. We’re here.” Graeme suddenly perks up, brushing her lips against Eira’s shoulder before dashing about in a fit of energy. Eira chuckles. There’s no way Weir won’t love her too. Such a sweet little thing.
The little winged filly returns to her, giving her another little kiss before leaning into her side. “Yes Graeme, I’m your mom. Forever and ever.” She nuzzles the girl gently before raising her head to look about. There’s no sign of Weir yet, but she knows he can’t be far off. She raises her voice, calling out to him. She can’t wait for him to meet the newest member of their family.
She doesn’t thinks he’ll mind though. He couldn’t, could he? Just one look at that sweet little black face, and he’ll love her just as much as she does, surely?
She hopes so anyway.
Eira keeps her nerves under wraps as they cross over the border into the Dale. Little Graeme, now full of milk, is gambolling along at her side, in the lovely, happy, innocent way that young foals do. She’s tiring though, Eira can tell. Unsurprising - it’s already been quite a day for her. Not to mention the fact that the Dale is quite a long ways away from the den, at least for a young foal who likely hasn’t been getting enough to eat.
Little Graeme peers up at her, asking if they’re arrived yet. Eira smiles at the girl and leans down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. “Yes, dear-heart. We’re here.” Graeme suddenly perks up, brushing her lips against Eira’s shoulder before dashing about in a fit of energy. Eira chuckles. There’s no way Weir won’t love her too. Such a sweet little thing.
The little winged filly returns to her, giving her another little kiss before leaning into her side. “Yes Graeme, I’m your mom. Forever and ever.” She nuzzles the girl gently before raising her head to look about. There’s no sign of Weir yet, but she knows he can’t be far off. She raises her voice, calling out to him. She can’t wait for him to meet the newest member of their family.
EIRA
nothing's only words, that's how hearts get hurt
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