08-21-2018, 07:05 PM
They make their way to the pool Ivar had indicated, the trio off stallions making their strides shorter to accommodate her stiff slowness. The hint had been taken and she soon found herself supporting her own weight, though they kept a close proximity. That was fine. That she could live with. It's strange, that they are almost making small talk as they go, she and Ivar at a pace, with the boys following close behind. She did not miss the brief hurt expression Raul had displayed at her request. He was a sweet one, then, not made hard by the absence of parents. They both were, if she was reading them correctly.
Ivar responds with similar tones as the pool becomes visible, half hidden by ferns and other verdant plants. "I'll do that. But I think we will not be even for quite a while yet..." she was not a good mother, she was coming to realize. Her sons had developed a dreadful trend of doing much of their growing away from her. It hurt, that she had failed at something she had wanted to succeed at so badly. But she is not here to be pitied or mourned. At the moment, she wants water, and sleep, and perhaps a touch of amnesia. Elsewhere was cruel. Her face bent to touch the surface of the water, its coolness a pleasant shock to her anxiety ridden system.
More words, and they are directed at her, but it is her sons who respond instead. Maybe once that would have irked her, but today there is simply no spare energy in her frame to handle decision making. The bedraggled mare knows when she is beaten.
"Kylin needs you, Uncle. We'll be okay here, right Raul?" Surprisingly it was Santana who took charge, though Raul was quick to nod his own assent to the suggestion. It had been a long time. They needed to reintroduce themselves to their mother.
@[Ivar]
Ivar responds with similar tones as the pool becomes visible, half hidden by ferns and other verdant plants. "I'll do that. But I think we will not be even for quite a while yet..." she was not a good mother, she was coming to realize. Her sons had developed a dreadful trend of doing much of their growing away from her. It hurt, that she had failed at something she had wanted to succeed at so badly. But she is not here to be pitied or mourned. At the moment, she wants water, and sleep, and perhaps a touch of amnesia. Elsewhere was cruel. Her face bent to touch the surface of the water, its coolness a pleasant shock to her anxiety ridden system.
More words, and they are directed at her, but it is her sons who respond instead. Maybe once that would have irked her, but today there is simply no spare energy in her frame to handle decision making. The bedraggled mare knows when she is beaten.
"Kylin needs you, Uncle. We'll be okay here, right Raul?" Surprisingly it was Santana who took charge, though Raul was quick to nod his own assent to the suggestion. It had been a long time. They needed to reintroduce themselves to their mother.
@[Ivar]