05-19-2015, 12:35 AM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
A silly grin is still gracing his lips as he lifts his gaze to the stallion who had just introduced himself as their father. He studies him curiously, wondering about this man that Librette had chosen to be the father of her children. That she’d even had more children, given her general intolerance for them, surprises him. He recalls well her reaction to him as a gangly yearling. He hadn’t even been especially small at that point, though now he can fully recognize his prior immaturity. Amazing the perspective one gains with age. He can only wonder what kinds of perspective will be brought with even greater age. He could ask, but he knows it isn’t something he is likely to understand until he actually lives it. There are some things, he is coming to realize, that no amount of questioning can find an answer for.
When the dark stallion says no more beyond his name, Shahrizai turns his attention back to the two girls as they bump noses. When Valkerine nearly stumbles into him, he automatically reaches out to steady her, shifting his weight to best provide a balance. He grins when she catches herself before turning to face him. His dark eyes remain focused on her, closely watching the little filly that looks so much like her mother. Her personality, however, is shaping up to be absolutely nothing like her mother’s, and Sharizai cannot help the laugh that bubbles from his lips at her precocious question.
I’m Shahrizai. Friends call me Shah though.
He winks at her, returning her grin with one of his own before lifting his head and looking at Librette with raised eyebrows (if he had eyebrows, that is). As he speaks, his tone is rife with teasing humor.
You know, if she wasn’t the spitting image of you, I’d wonder if you had accidentally picked her up along the way.
When the dark stallion says no more beyond his name, Shahrizai turns his attention back to the two girls as they bump noses. When Valkerine nearly stumbles into him, he automatically reaches out to steady her, shifting his weight to best provide a balance. He grins when she catches herself before turning to face him. His dark eyes remain focused on her, closely watching the little filly that looks so much like her mother. Her personality, however, is shaping up to be absolutely nothing like her mother’s, and Sharizai cannot help the laugh that bubbles from his lips at her precocious question.
I’m Shahrizai. Friends call me Shah though.
He winks at her, returning her grin with one of his own before lifting his head and looking at Librette with raised eyebrows (if he had eyebrows, that is). As he speaks, his tone is rife with teasing humor.
You know, if she wasn’t the spitting image of you, I’d wonder if you had accidentally picked her up along the way.
shahrizai