[open] Better | Birthing

[Rhysand]

He was unsure of who he needed to answer first. The stallion. Orian had offered him a home, but with this he had made the child's greatest fear real. 

This was not his father, and the mare certainly was not his mother. She would have said so by now, he knew that much.

He also knew that as soon as the mare spoke of how he would be fed, he grew hungry. So hungry that his spindly legs spread to keep him steady. She was speaking to the gray stallion, her voice distant as the colt thought. The mare could give him food, but there was no promise she would let him stay when he grew old enough to be weaned. Rhysand was unsure if he could be abandoned twice in his life.

He also didn't want to starve. Death was not an option for him. He had already fought so much.

Dark ears flicked wildly, eyes widening at his decision. He pleaded quietly that his mother, whoever she was would just come for him and take him away from this tangle of confusion.

"I- I..."

He muttered, tumbling over his words. He wished the earth would open up and swallow him. Why was he so afraid? He had two horses offering to take him in... Two horses willing to be his guardian, and yet he was terrified.

With a heavy heart, he awaited to see what the stallion would say.

Rhysand

Istanbul x Krigare

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