07-23-2017, 08:16 AM
ORION'S BELT
He has seen her before, the pied mare, at meetings in Nerine. She speaks her name and recognizes it. He allows her to join him near the colt unafraid she had any ill tempered thoughts. The heavy weight burdening her body made it clear to him she was expecting her own soon. She seems to be lost in thought for a moment. Indecisive on what to do next. His attention had shifted from her to the troubled colt.
She is then speaking again - words of truth- on his lack of nourishment for the child. He looks again to her with a discouraged look. She was right and he wasn't afraid to acknowledged it. A nod of his large profile was offered as he contemplated her question and statement. His thoughts brought to the only mare he had known other than the Queen was City. She had a foal last season but has seen little of her since. He would not burden the Queen with such a task either.
The colt is consumed with uncertainty. He stumbles for words. Knowing his future rests in the hands of the others.
His mind clears and he knew what he must propose, "Sylva ye say." He pauses in thought then turns his sky blue eyes to the blotched colt, "I 'twill ask for residency there as well. Just until he is old 'nough to come to Nerine with me. I 'twill not abandon him. What say ye?" His gaze examines the colts reaction before turning to Djinni. Grey washed tassels swish haphazardly in waiting.
She is then speaking again - words of truth- on his lack of nourishment for the child. He looks again to her with a discouraged look. She was right and he wasn't afraid to acknowledged it. A nod of his large profile was offered as he contemplated her question and statement. His thoughts brought to the only mare he had known other than the Queen was City. She had a foal last season but has seen little of her since. He would not burden the Queen with such a task either.
The colt is consumed with uncertainty. He stumbles for words. Knowing his future rests in the hands of the others.
His mind clears and he knew what he must propose, "Sylva ye say." He pauses in thought then turns his sky blue eyes to the blotched colt, "I 'twill ask for residency there as well. Just until he is old 'nough to come to Nerine with me. I 'twill not abandon him. What say ye?" His gaze examines the colts reaction before turning to Djinni. Grey washed tassels swish haphazardly in waiting.
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