10-19-2019, 02:54 PM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
Ischia is to him, the island of dreams and surreality. It is the place where mythical and beautiful mares hide away from the world, and who knows what kind of animals are hiding far away from its shores. Aodhán theorizes that there must be males too, but he hasn’t met them yet and isn’t sure if they’re territorial in some way or not, hence, he isn’t sure if he wants to meet them. Well, excluding the son he shares with the beautiful Eva.
Late last summer was when she visited the Pampas, and honestly he feels quite ashamed for not visiting her after that reunion, not spending more time with Aeolus. The truth is not that he didn’t care, but that his mind had been occupied with worries he didn’t want to burden them with. And what could he offer her anyway? A home? A family? He’d been with others, not that there was anything much romantic about it beyond the one night itself, but still. He was capable of love for more than one, and therefore, could not favor one over another.
Or, perhaps he did favor Eva, secretly? Who knew. He was here again just for her, he knew. Perhaps it said something. Perhaps it said nothing at all.
It was a thought that he didn’t linger on; he reached the shore at that point and exchanged his seaturtle form for a faster one on land; the white ferret quickly made his way over the sand towards the jungle, and once there through the undergrowth.
The scent of blood and birth fluids reached his sensitive hunter-nose, and the ferret weaseled his way closer to see. The purple mare had only just given birth, a filly, softly glowing like her mother, though very light in coloring; marked with a metallic gold.
Could it be? He blinks; but as Eva names her child and cleans her, he knows that there is only one way to find out.
The shifter shifts; taking his natural birth-form of white base and gold spots a little ways away, he then slowly nears the pair. Loud and slow enough to be heard before scaring them, or so he hopes.
Late last summer was when she visited the Pampas, and honestly he feels quite ashamed for not visiting her after that reunion, not spending more time with Aeolus. The truth is not that he didn’t care, but that his mind had been occupied with worries he didn’t want to burden them with. And what could he offer her anyway? A home? A family? He’d been with others, not that there was anything much romantic about it beyond the one night itself, but still. He was capable of love for more than one, and therefore, could not favor one over another.
Or, perhaps he did favor Eva, secretly? Who knew. He was here again just for her, he knew. Perhaps it said something. Perhaps it said nothing at all.
It was a thought that he didn’t linger on; he reached the shore at that point and exchanged his seaturtle form for a faster one on land; the white ferret quickly made his way over the sand towards the jungle, and once there through the undergrowth.
The scent of blood and birth fluids reached his sensitive hunter-nose, and the ferret weaseled his way closer to see. The purple mare had only just given birth, a filly, softly glowing like her mother, though very light in coloring; marked with a metallic gold.
Could it be? He blinks; but as Eva names her child and cleans her, he knows that there is only one way to find out.
The shifter shifts; taking his natural birth-form of white base and gold spots a little ways away, he then slowly nears the pair. Loud and slow enough to be heard before scaring them, or so he hopes.
@[Eva] aaaaand let’s pretend I didn’t post this like maybe 7 weeks late