09-07-2016, 02:37 PM
Dovev
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"A mother?" she asks, and a smile instantly lights his face at her voice. Everything about her seemed perfect, from her gentle grace to her stunning beauty. He found he wanted to keep her, his very own mare. He didn't truly understand the relation of mother and child, a shared blood line. It always looked more like the foal owned their "mother" and ate when they demanded food, ran when they chose to play, was held by her when they wanted touch. He very much would like this one as his, for she was by far the loveliest, and he deserved the best didn't he?
Watchful eyes noted her shift in weight, almost a fidget, as she claims she is not a mother. Ah, so not every mare was one of these. It must be a title a foal chooses to bestow on them, staking their claim. "I'm not a mother, no" she admits, and he smiles again, pleased to hear she was not already taken. There was still a chance he could name her, and keep her for himself.
"A mother brings a child into this world, and is a constant in the foal's life," she goes on to say. Mild confusion tugged his brows together as he reflected on this. They bring them into the world? But he was already here, he could not be brought to a place he already was. He concluded she must be innocently mistaken and gave her an indulgent smile.
"A mother is a guardian, a nurturing soul," she adds. He looked her over from head to toe a moment, scrutinizing her figure. He supposed she looked rather strong, surely enough to be a guardian. Not that he truly needed one of those. And her honest eyes absolutely confirmed she could be nurturing, especially if he claimed her and asked it of her.
"I hope to be a mother one day," her melodious voice sings to his heart, his eyes glitter with happiness. This must be fate! She wants him too. He was about to test her boundaries and nuzzle against her as he saw the other children doing with their mares, when she speaks again.
"I'm Cerva, and what's your name?" The question halts him in his tracks a moment, and he becomes pensive. Little dark eyes seemed to dim as he searched within him for an answer.
Dovev, he says after a minute, though confusion again tightens his brows. It was his name, he knew, but he wasn't at all sure how he knew it. His gaze finds her again as he continued. I was born on the mountain, of the mountain. I am part of it, he says with calm certainty, remembering the whispery sensation he felt as he left the boundary surrounding its base. Like a magical farewell to its child, until he returns to her again some day.
You wish to be a mother? he asks carefully, his eyes sliding to his feet, wondering if maybe she was only being polite. Or maybe there was a chance he could have her.
Watchful eyes noted her shift in weight, almost a fidget, as she claims she is not a mother. Ah, so not every mare was one of these. It must be a title a foal chooses to bestow on them, staking their claim. "I'm not a mother, no" she admits, and he smiles again, pleased to hear she was not already taken. There was still a chance he could name her, and keep her for himself.
"A mother brings a child into this world, and is a constant in the foal's life," she goes on to say. Mild confusion tugged his brows together as he reflected on this. They bring them into the world? But he was already here, he could not be brought to a place he already was. He concluded she must be innocently mistaken and gave her an indulgent smile.
"A mother is a guardian, a nurturing soul," she adds. He looked her over from head to toe a moment, scrutinizing her figure. He supposed she looked rather strong, surely enough to be a guardian. Not that he truly needed one of those. And her honest eyes absolutely confirmed she could be nurturing, especially if he claimed her and asked it of her.
"I hope to be a mother one day," her melodious voice sings to his heart, his eyes glitter with happiness. This must be fate! She wants him too. He was about to test her boundaries and nuzzle against her as he saw the other children doing with their mares, when she speaks again.
"I'm Cerva, and what's your name?" The question halts him in his tracks a moment, and he becomes pensive. Little dark eyes seemed to dim as he searched within him for an answer.
Dovev, he says after a minute, though confusion again tightens his brows. It was his name, he knew, but he wasn't at all sure how he knew it. His gaze finds her again as he continued. I was born on the mountain, of the mountain. I am part of it, he says with calm certainty, remembering the whispery sensation he felt as he left the boundary surrounding its base. Like a magical farewell to its child, until he returns to her again some day.
You wish to be a mother? he asks carefully, his eyes sliding to his feet, wondering if maybe she was only being polite. Or maybe there was a chance he could have her.
