08-07-2016, 12:08 AM
How many years I know I'll bear
I found something in the woods somewhere
I found something in the woods somewhere
Since the sickness, she has thought of her father and has missed him dearly. She has been a poor daughter and has no idea of what is even going on in his life. Never once has she asked him if love keeps him strong or if she has siblings out there that she has never been introduced to. That leads her then to thinking of how he ought to meet his granddaughter…
“Igni, this is your grandfather Ianto.” she introduces him and moves to stand beside him, her small shoulder brushing his rather companionably as she tucks her face in his neck for a long moment. Breathing him in roots her more firmly in this moment - even in this place, and she pulls back from his neck after having left a kiss there, tucked away in the coarseness of his winter-thick fur. “What have you been up to dad, any adventures that Igni and I might like to hear about?” she prompts him with a smile, knowing full well that her father hasn’t dwelt much in the Tundra as of late.
It is time to amend that gross error and she leaves the cave that she has inhabited for a year or more in search of her daughter. Igni was rarely still and she expects to find the almost grown girl out in the snow somewhere. She tracks her easily by scent and is almost beside her when someone lands nearby and she knows that it can only be Brynmor or Ianto. The scent and spray of snow tells her it is her father as she bites back the chuckle that crowds her mouth. She remembers how playful he had been when she was that little and even smaller still, and misses the days of playing beneath his barrel and hiding behind his tail only to poke her nose out between the long coarse strands of it.
“No need to think,” she corrects him with a smiling face turned up towards the only other stallion she wholeheartedly adored besides her lover. “She is your granddaughter and I am so sorry it has taken this long for you to meet her.” The happiness on her face wavers and grows watery; dare she tell him that Igni’s birth had nearly killed her and left her sick for so very long? Did he know that already? She keeps her mouth shut tight against these questions because she does not want him to worry for her - she is better now, slower than usual and out of breath at times, but on the mend no less.
“Igni, this is your grandfather Ianto.” she introduces him and moves to stand beside him, her small shoulder brushing his rather companionably as she tucks her face in his neck for a long moment. Breathing him in roots her more firmly in this moment - even in this place, and she pulls back from his neck after having left a kiss there, tucked away in the coarseness of his winter-thick fur. “What have you been up to dad, any adventures that Igni and I might like to hear about?” she prompts him with a smile, knowing full well that her father hasn’t dwelt much in the Tundra as of late.
Roan