good gone girl, she's got nothing left to lose; covet

[Darking]

good gone girl, she’s got nothing left to lose There is one thing that she still hasn’t done yet. Part of her reason for bringing Rowyn here, beyond wanting her to see the land of her ancestors, was for the girl to meet her father. Darking knows what it’s like to grow up without a father figure during her childhood, and she knows that many of her children have done the same. And while she’s fine with the life that she’s lived, she would like to avoid giving her daughter a childhood spent wondering after a father she’s never met. So today she’s brought her yearling daughter to the field, to search out the old bastard (a term of some endearment in this case) that she had slept with almost two years ago. She doesn’t expect much from him. This is Covet we’re talking about after all - he’s not given to displays of great affection, if given to having any affection at all. But she wants him to meet her, this beautiful little girl that they both created. She settles in to a quiet spot on the southern side of the meadow, where the lake meets the fields of green. Rowyn for her part settles in beside her, bouncing excitedly, wings furling and unfurling. She’s heard a little of her father before and is nervous to meet him. She wants to know the stallion she inherited her orange eye from. Darking leans over to the girl and nuzzles the filly’s shoulder reassuringly. She sees no sign of Covet yet, but if she knows the old fart at all, he will find them soon enough. DARKING

@[Covet]