[private] She's turning blue {Femur}

[Femur]

Time passed her by in the blink of an eye. 

At least that’s how the last year and a half felt after watching Gansey master flight with her heart in throat and a fierce sense of motherly pride hooking claws into her gut. The same pride became her chief emotion next to a deep and abiding love for their small tribe of a family as Valensia blossomed in a leggy almost-mare and Wildling began to resemble his father more and more. Then came the birth of Wolfbane - the firstborn of Longclaw and herself. Every waking moment was spent doting in the newborn colt, his trio of older siblings and their wolfish patriarch. 

It is no wonder that time has passed them by with the speed of light - of suns born and burning out. She had always felt a universal creep in her bloodstream since the blue stallion came along and woke her from her childish games in the forest long ago. But time seemed slowed and almost stalled on their private island paradise beneath the smoldering shadow of the volcano. However even the slowdown of time could not stall the inevitable and bit by bit, she began to notice the minutiae of change in her blue mate - -

First he retired from his service to the kingdom that had harbored them from the beginning. Then he began to leave the island less and less. If he did leave, he came back smelling of the wilderness and not his other pets or anyone really. She never mentioned any of this to him - he’d have known it just as she did. Part of her was glad he’d devoted more time to them because she was selfish and lured him in more deeply with the allure of family. 

Femur would never admit it but she was glad he strayed and sparred less and less.  Part of her was sadly afraid of that too. She could recall long ago mention of a curse though she’d never asked for the details of it. Could something have set the curse into motion unbeknownst to all of them? The goldenrod-and-white mare let out a sigh. It was too damn early in the day for such troubling thoughts. Especially when she could hear the blunt posturing of father and son that allowed her to easily track them to a stagnant pool of water.

Bane, their beautiful boy had apparently just been rebuked by his insufferable father and she glided by the colt first to run her small muzzle the length of his neck in affectionate greeting. “You’ll fly when you’re ready,” she whispered to him with a conspiratorial wink of a black eye. 

Valensia has been the first to use her wings in their family, ever so eager to impress and please. Gansey took a little longer but he had finally taken to it in the most dramatic and heart stopping of ways - by leaping off a cliff and just going for it. Only Wildling couldn’t fly and did not mind this airborne trait of his siblings’ - they could have the skies, he’d stick to the ground. 

Bane, she knew, would fly in his own time. However it did not help to have a father snapping and spitting at him about it. Luckily she knew how to coddle their son best and soothe the inflamed senses of the blue warg. “My love...” she called out to him in a light lilt of what was forever a mix of danger and desire. Her bottomless black gaze settled on his sullen face and she sucked a laugh back into her throat because by the stars, he was adorable in that pout! Once, she might have said as much just to tease her lover but she knew to tread cautiously around him these days.

Even for all that caution, she knew their fates were tangled up together in a hefty skein of what would come to pass. She knew too that there would be a good amount of heartbreak and physical ache in it as well. Nothing ever came easy and they’d had peace together for way too long without the threat of the curse hanging over their heads like a storm cloud. Still none of this stopped her from pressing as much of her flesh to his in her usual attempt to join their bodies together as one. 

@[Longclaw] I took some liberties and made some general assumptions, let me know if I need to change anything! <3