05-25-2018, 07:19 PM
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W ound’s heart aches for her friend. She doesn’t know why Amorette had abandoned Tephra (and by the sound of it, her son as well), but she’s certain it was for good reason. If not, there must be a reasonable explanation. Wound doesn’t fault her friend for being a neglectful mother; perhaps if she didn’t know the true and good heart Amorette has, she might’ve been more upset.So when Amorette acknowledges Wound’s parenting skills but falls silent, the silver bay steps closer to touch her nose to her friend’s dark shoulder. She’s silent for a moment, compassion swallowing her heart whole, but before Amorette speaks again, the diplomat speaks. “Being a mother is difficult, Amorette. If your son hates you for doing the best you can, he’ll realize his mistakes when he grows up.” Wishbone had certainly screamed her hatred in her mother’s face several times — mostly because Wound wouldn’t let her swim or run or try to jump off a cliff. Yet it is a mother’s job to forgive and forget and love through it all. But then the smoky mare’s grief is spilling from her mouth and Wound presses her face closer to her friend in sympathy. She turns her head to stare into the depths of the ocean, offering her shoulder as a source of comfort and a cloth to dry tears upon. “Hush, my sweet friend.” As surprising as it might be, Wound’s voice is gentler than it has been in the past. “All is forgiven. I’m just glad you’re safe.” Their eyes meet, on that autumn beach with the waves washing over their feet and the wind tousling their locks, and Wound’s gaze is heavy with sympathy and forgiveness. Amorette reveals the truth behind her absence and the silver bay huffs a warm breath over her dark nose in comfort. “Men will be the end of us,” she jokes aloud. They — or rather, the lack of them — will be the death of her through the weapon of loneliness. “They can be handsome and sweet-talking and then turn around in the next breath.” She’s seen it in the depths of the forests, watching between the tangle of her brothers legs. “I don’t fault you, Amorette. Do you plan to stay in Tephra, now that you’re back?” |
credit to nat of adoxography.
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