but you’d never get hit without earning it
and i only hit you first ‘cuz i deserved my own hit too
still it comes the time to call you out
since i’m the one that you should be about
The cold winter wind of Hyaline howls around Litotes’ ears as he pauses, breathing in the copious scents it brings with it. There is the lake, the soil, the snow, and the foliage . . . and the ever-pressing emptiness. The only other equines he picks up are Rouhi and a stale Kensa scent. He drops his muzzle dejectedly, clenching and unclenching his muscles in an attempt to distract himself. There is not much to be done: all of Hyaline fled to the Cove, and most do not want to stay amongst the mountains when they offer no safety from the plague.
Still, Lie breathes and unearths the gratitude he has buried so deep. Rouhi is a perfect addition to their territory, and spring is just around the corner. Surely there will be more to bring home come warm weather.
Each day passes with patrols, rest, Kensa, repeat. The border of Hyaline is as uneventful as ever today: nothing but the snow and ice to keep the Primarch company. Which is why he perks his head excitedly at the close call of his sweet, her liver chestnut form just a quick canter away. She brings the smell of another with her, further urging him into greeting them.
Lie takes his approach slow so as not to startle the newcomer, but is confused to see Kensa standing alone. He looks at her quizzically before reaching to brush a kiss to the top of her nose - the little form suddenly becoming visible. The gold of his eyes widens and sparkles as he briefly studies the bright orange and white of the filly. He blinks in rapid succession, looking to Kensa then back to the babe.
She does not have to explain - the Primarch has a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Little one . . . you don’t have to be afraid,” he murmurs, stepping delicately around his counterpart to stretch his head to the filly. He offers Kensa a weak smile and Astarielle a reassuring gaze. He fears for the babe while in Hyaline, but cannot quell the tiniest twinges of excitement at his first taste of fatherhood.
“What is your name?” Lie moves to brush his lips over the girl’s fluffy mane, if she will allow him. “Mine is Litotes, but feel free to call me whatever you want.” The grin on his face is small but sweet, teasing and revealing the first bits of delight he has felt in a while.
@[Kensa] @[Astarielle] < 3
