05-30-2016, 12:17 PM
A kiss is not a contract
By the looks on their faces, Besra would’ve thought she’d interrupted something. Phaedrus has a questioning look shadowing his eyes, and Felinae is glancing between the large stallion and Besra with a wicked smile on her face. She should chide them, really, for making their thoughts so obvious but Vlinder is parched for attention and Besra won’t be the horse to deny her that. She rolls easily into a comfortable position, hind leg bending as the other three support her stout weight. It wasn’t obvious quite yet, but Besra would soon be as round and uncomfortable as the rest of the mares here in Golden Plains. It’d been a long time since she had thought of herself as a little filly.
She’d always have that motherly instinct though - it shines through in this very moment as she descends her nose to groom little Vlinder without so much as a blink. Caring for others - that came as naturally as anything to Besra. “Missed you more.” She murmurs, lips forming a bright smile against that tender blue fur. It wouldn’t be long until her feathered sister was full-grown either (at least by Beqanna standards) and then what would Felinae do with herself? The roan chuckles at the thought, producing images of Zeik reasoning with her dam to try for another. Perhaps even a boy. She can only imagine what such a serious little colt would be like in the Gates.
“I’m well! Busy, lately.” She tells her mother, head rising once more so she can focus her attention on the elder mare. A single ear tips back, registering that Phaedrus has yet to serve any input. The restless shift of his weight tells her all she needs to know so she tips her head in his direction and offers a playful grin. “Why don’t we all take this somewhere a little more comfortable?” She prods, turning around to make her way back into the throng of golden grass. She wants her family to see what comforts she now calls home, but she won’t do so without Phaedrus giving approval. Stallions - always the need to feel in control. Felinae will join her, she knows this, and more than likely little Vlinder will wander ahead in curiosity and equal safety.
“I was stolen recently.” She tells her dam, laughing warmly at the memory now that the hardship has passed. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or disgusted.” She quips, knowing Felinae will more than likely have a stronger reaction than she. There was no doubt in her mind that the bluebird shifter still shuddered at the thought of what happened to her before Besra had even been born. Even as she ages, the blue-maned girl can still remember the pale, horned freak.
She’d always have that motherly instinct though - it shines through in this very moment as she descends her nose to groom little Vlinder without so much as a blink. Caring for others - that came as naturally as anything to Besra. “Missed you more.” She murmurs, lips forming a bright smile against that tender blue fur. It wouldn’t be long until her feathered sister was full-grown either (at least by Beqanna standards) and then what would Felinae do with herself? The roan chuckles at the thought, producing images of Zeik reasoning with her dam to try for another. Perhaps even a boy. She can only imagine what such a serious little colt would be like in the Gates.
“I’m well! Busy, lately.” She tells her mother, head rising once more so she can focus her attention on the elder mare. A single ear tips back, registering that Phaedrus has yet to serve any input. The restless shift of his weight tells her all she needs to know so she tips her head in his direction and offers a playful grin. “Why don’t we all take this somewhere a little more comfortable?” She prods, turning around to make her way back into the throng of golden grass. She wants her family to see what comforts she now calls home, but she won’t do so without Phaedrus giving approval. Stallions - always the need to feel in control. Felinae will join her, she knows this, and more than likely little Vlinder will wander ahead in curiosity and equal safety.
“I was stolen recently.” She tells her dam, laughing warmly at the memory now that the hardship has passed. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or disgusted.” She quips, knowing Felinae will more than likely have a stronger reaction than she. There was no doubt in her mind that the bluebird shifter still shuddered at the thought of what happened to her before Besra had even been born. Even as she ages, the blue-maned girl can still remember the pale, horned freak.
ooc: Finally, I know.