i'm a wishful thinker with the best intentions
Burnt oranges and crimsons darkened to a rich scarlet and murky brown with sweat. My body was spent, spread to the furthest reaches of exhaustion and then pushed even further. I could feel my muscles twang beneath my flesh, coiling painfully into one another. My barrel heaving, having lost it's life within, now a bulbous pit of emptiness. I lay my head upon the child's forehead, looking at his mismatched eyes and his blue roan pelt. There is a spark in my eye that lightens at the mere sight of what has been created. My ear swivels and I catch the sound of footfalls; alert, I raise my head to find it Texas. He had heard my call and had answered. That, that surprised me. But I did not allow it to show on my face. 'A son. Texas. You gave me a son.' there is almost a sense of desperation in my voice, a gratitude that I am sure I could never repay. Emerald eyes turn up to the greying steed, lips tweaking into a smile.
'Thank you.' I say, my voice a dainty lilt, such a strange difference from my vast body. A small quiver of a voice. I gather myself, knees knocking, myriad of feathers, like nets to pieces of twig and leaves. My red bodice raises and upon weary hooves, I settle, watching as the colt gathers his feet with surprisingly far more grace than myself. I reach for his hide and gently place my muzzle upon his navy coat, lipping at his tufts of mane that stick it out in errant quiffs. 'Akos.' I christen him, looking back to Texas with a sliver of a smile. Worn eyes meeting his. 'Well, it takes two to make a life. I suppose this is not a new experience for you?' I'm earnest, eyes searching him. I was sure it wasn't. He was not spring colt, the distinguished grey in his face showed as much. I have my heart worn quite bright on my sleeve, and am thankful I try not to attach myself too much. There is a mutual respect, a kinship between us, and something else. We had shared something one night, and it resulted in the birth of life. It had meant nothing, but everything at the same time. For me, for me perhaps. He had given me a gift, something to cherish. 'This is er, rather new for me.' I admit, struggling to come to terms with the blue colt had come from within me. The little lad I had told tales to at night, touched within my heaving barrel. He was now very much living and breathing flesh, and I could not quite comprehend that.
Akos manoeuvred himself to my hindquarters, bumping his nose against my hock, my cannon bones before finding where nature intended. I shifted uncomfortably at first, but instincts took us both, and I urned my nose and gently touched his hide. Still slick with life, patchy in places. 'How are you, Texas?' I decide then, to shift the subject, as the young colt suckled, I turned my gaze to the Advisor, emerald eyes twinkling a little. It seemed only right to converse, to talk of light things when one was so tired.
Eld;
acolyte of the falls
OOC: Don't worry love! Excuse this icky post.