10-25-2018, 09:06 AM
Thorgal made his way towards his mother, a slight bounce to his steps. His ears were high, and so was his tail as he looked forward to finally putting something into his empty stomach. But as his mother stood, he slowed his pace a little, taking notice in the sudden different in her appearance. Or, did she always look that way and he just didn’t notice? Her legs were trembling, eyes drifting closed every now and then as if she couldn’t hold them open. Her mane was stuck to her wet neck, soaked with sweat as her head was held low. She looked terrible.
Lowering his ears a little, he reluctantly reached down towards her belly and found his source of food beneath. Warm liquid satisfied his tastebuds, and slowly began filling his stomach. As he suckled, he felt his mother stiffen, his ears faced back towards the odd stallion as his voice changed. Stepping back, Thorgal stood at his mother’s side, licking the dripping milk from his lips as he looked at the stallion. Whatever it was the stallion was saying, it seemed to upset his mother. Actuall, they both seemed to be upset with the other.
But young Thorgal was too young to understand what was going on, and so he could only tilt his head to the side curiously.
Finally, his mother spoke after long moments of silence. He looked up at her; gosh did she look terrible. Blinking, ears swiveling, he whined quietly a few times, until he finally managed to discover his voice, “Mommy?” He was a little worried for her, as well as the stallion. He didn’t like them being upset; it only upset him in return. He wanted them to smile, to get along, but he didn’t understand their words enough to know just what the problem was. And so he didn’t know how to help.