07-04-2019, 01:54 AM
OPHANIM
When Starsin lowers her head to examine the girl, she likewise leans up to sniff at the star dusted woman. She lightly clicks her teeth together and chirps happily at the attention. Ophanim steps forward with the thought to caution her but, honestly, would his wife ever listen to him? He swallows hard and prays the hatchling doesn’t decide to get mouthy with her as well. Malone had been an easy baby, pleased just to receive attention when he wasn’t off hovering around his siblings. He has a feeling this strange one will not be quite so gentle on his nerves.
“All the others listened and only got into small trouble. This one.. seems to like being bad,” he says as he turns his blue eyes back to the filly as she stands on her wobbling legs. He winces but laughs nervously when Starsin tugs at his mane, as he realizes he has no idea what to name her. The pastel baby stumbles closer to the pair and wiggles herself against their shoulders. She blinks up at them with her bright pink eyes and snorts softly.
Ophanim wonders if perhaps she’ll calm with age as he and Starsin have begun to do but he isn’t holding his breath. Neither of them were born wreaking havoc on the world.
“Can I not just call her Demon Baby?” he asks with a soft chuckle before carefully leaning down to groom at her fluff of mane. The hatchling is preoccupied pulling up clumps of dirt with her strange talons and burying her parents’ hooves to notice him fussing with her appearance. It strikes him as odd that she doesn’t speak or seek out the scent of milk like most newborns do. He sighs and leans closer to Starsin, lightly kissing at her cheek as he tries to think of what to do with this year’s children.
“Maybe I’ll call her Ciara. A weird name for a weird girl.”
At this, she lifts her head and blinks up at them curiously before resuming her digging. She bristles at the sight of a fat worm wriggling from the clump of dirt in her talons and drops it in disgust. Upon further inspection, however, she seems to realize how hungry she is from hatching, as she snaps it up in her teeth and eats it eagerly.
“Oh…”
“All the others listened and only got into small trouble. This one.. seems to like being bad,” he says as he turns his blue eyes back to the filly as she stands on her wobbling legs. He winces but laughs nervously when Starsin tugs at his mane, as he realizes he has no idea what to name her. The pastel baby stumbles closer to the pair and wiggles herself against their shoulders. She blinks up at them with her bright pink eyes and snorts softly.
Ophanim wonders if perhaps she’ll calm with age as he and Starsin have begun to do but he isn’t holding his breath. Neither of them were born wreaking havoc on the world.
“Can I not just call her Demon Baby?” he asks with a soft chuckle before carefully leaning down to groom at her fluff of mane. The hatchling is preoccupied pulling up clumps of dirt with her strange talons and burying her parents’ hooves to notice him fussing with her appearance. It strikes him as odd that she doesn’t speak or seek out the scent of milk like most newborns do. He sighs and leans closer to Starsin, lightly kissing at her cheek as he tries to think of what to do with this year’s children.
“Maybe I’ll call her Ciara. A weird name for a weird girl.”
At this, she lifts her head and blinks up at them curiously before resuming her digging. She bristles at the sight of a fat worm wriggling from the clump of dirt in her talons and drops it in disgust. Upon further inspection, however, she seems to realize how hungry she is from hatching, as she snaps it up in her teeth and eats it eagerly.
“Oh…”
you could drown in those eyes, i said.