08-11-2015, 11:07 AM
“Not new for me,” He replies, knowing that there are a few three-year olds running around in Beqanna, “But my first in a while, though.” He adds, glancing one more time at the colt before settling his attention on Eld.
There are others – plenty of them – but none he has seen in a very long time. Great-great-grandchildren he sees far more often, but they are strangers to him, sharing his genes but lacking anything more substantial from the grey-haired stallion. Most of the monarchs currently ruling Beqanna can trace their lineage back to him (some of them several times, but Texas can’t be held accountable for their incestual shenanigans), but he is long past caring about familial ties.
He’ll care about this one (at least in appearances), little Akos nursing from his mother. There are no excuses this time, but he’s sure to come up with at least a few. For now though, not called to babysit or do anything that involves genuine responsibility, Texas is happy to stay and chat.
He has no doubt that Eld will be an excellent mother. She seems to have all the qualities that his own damn had lacked, and that in itself is reassuring enough for Texas. Even if she does run off with the little chestnut pony that’s been tailing her lately, he’s no doubt that she’d take Akos with her. “You’ll do fine.” He tells her, “And Shatter Me has a foal this spring too – perhaps the foals can play and you two can talk about…whatever it is that mothers talk about.” Grass? How to stop the little devils from biting? Texas has no idea.
“I’m doing fine,” He replies, knowing that it’s not a very in depth answer, but that it is at least an accurate one. His immortality is coming back (good) but Prague has returned as well (bad), leaving him decidedly neutral. Fortunately, that’s rather his customary place and he minds not at all. “And you? Could’nt help but notice you seem to have a new…friend.” He’s smiling, but there’s something teasing about it. The bay stallion is aware of Chezter’s adoration of the mother of his child and finds it endlessly amusing, not least of all because it clearly seems to fluster Eld.
There are others – plenty of them – but none he has seen in a very long time. Great-great-grandchildren he sees far more often, but they are strangers to him, sharing his genes but lacking anything more substantial from the grey-haired stallion. Most of the monarchs currently ruling Beqanna can trace their lineage back to him (some of them several times, but Texas can’t be held accountable for their incestual shenanigans), but he is long past caring about familial ties.
He’ll care about this one (at least in appearances), little Akos nursing from his mother. There are no excuses this time, but he’s sure to come up with at least a few. For now though, not called to babysit or do anything that involves genuine responsibility, Texas is happy to stay and chat.
He has no doubt that Eld will be an excellent mother. She seems to have all the qualities that his own damn had lacked, and that in itself is reassuring enough for Texas. Even if she does run off with the little chestnut pony that’s been tailing her lately, he’s no doubt that she’d take Akos with her. “You’ll do fine.” He tells her, “And Shatter Me has a foal this spring too – perhaps the foals can play and you two can talk about…whatever it is that mothers talk about.” Grass? How to stop the little devils from biting? Texas has no idea.
“I’m doing fine,” He replies, knowing that it’s not a very in depth answer, but that it is at least an accurate one. His immortality is coming back (good) but Prague has returned as well (bad), leaving him decidedly neutral. Fortunately, that’s rather his customary place and he minds not at all. “And you? Could’nt help but notice you seem to have a new…friend.” He’s smiling, but there’s something teasing about it. The bay stallion is aware of Chezter’s adoration of the mother of his child and finds it endlessly amusing, not least of all because it clearly seems to fluster Eld.
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls