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

[Tamora]

They are sheltered - some might call it naive, but Tamora understands it as love. Marigny and her Mama are all she needs right now. There is a stallion that comes and goes, and Mama seems fond of him, but Tamora is… skeptical. No, skeptical isn’t the word for it. Aloof. Indifferent. Polite. She’d rather keep out of the way with Marigny and play and practice their powers than hang out with Mama and her friend. He has - had? - a name. Tamora isn’t sure it’s worth remembering.

In the end, she’s right, because the stallion leaves them, and Mama seems to overcompensate for her feelings by eating. Tamora exchanges glances with her sister every now and then as she balloons outward, and while her twin might be more ‘worried’ about their mother’s state of being, Tamora is more disdainful. They were a very fetching trio; especially her twin, with her lovely wings, Mama’s slim body and beautiful eyes, and Tamora’s silken tongue. Two bays and a chestnut. Lithe and lovely.  

Mama distances herself and seems to be rather uncomfortable, but makes no move to ask them to get help, so Tamora can only assume that she is ok. Her head shakes back and forth a couple of times, saying simply, “She’d tell us if she needed something.” But her eyes remain glued to her Mama from a distance, and when Torrid is birthed, she shares a knowing glance with Marigny. Huh. Go figure! Well now that the mystery is solved, Tamora isn’t as interested, and a game of tag sounds much more exciting. Her twin tags her, and she spends a couple of minutes running around with her before their Mama’s voice comes drifting towards them.

“Marigny, Tamora. Come meet your new brother…”

And just like that, they were four. But Tamora would always like Marigny best.