10-30-2019, 02:19 AM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
There’s something magical about seeing a child - his child - so young; so fragile yet so alive and curious to explore the world; when everything is still new to them. With Aeolus, he hadn’t been quick enough or confident enough to think Eva might want or need to see him again, and hadn’t known he had a foal until she brought him over. Though he had had the luck of meeting Let and Fenwe again, there was something much more special about being present right after birth, and having their yearling son soon complete their little family. He felt whole in a way, he mused.
Gleaming over the little girl’s successful efforts, he nodded along with the two females as they stated she had indeed done it. Aodhán was just musing if he should leave them to it to nurse and rest, when Aeolus appeared after a single soft nicker from his mother.
Green emeralds gleamed with a spark of mischief at the sight if the boy who obviously had been close to them already. Such a little sneaker - but then, perhaps their son favoured his mother colour-wise, but his father a bit more in personality. Somehow he figured Loire might be the other way around, but time would tell.
Aodhán quickly ruffles the boy’s crown in greeting, watching him greet his sister with a raised brow at the words that quickly flow from the boy’s mouth. He corrects them too quickly, but it’s already too late, his parents are on to him now. ”Sounds like you haven’t been hassled enough in my absence,” the spotted stallion proclaims as his neck warps around the sunset-and-golden colt, pulling him back through the sands (and perhaps make him stumble, but at this age he should be able to handle that), as if to let his words be followed by deeds immediately.
He glances to the nereid, but decides they can talk about the topic of where they live, later. This is his family after all; but some things are best discussed as adults. ”Easy on your sister. She needs food and rest.” he tells his son, playfully pulling on his ear to distract him.
Gleaming over the little girl’s successful efforts, he nodded along with the two females as they stated she had indeed done it. Aodhán was just musing if he should leave them to it to nurse and rest, when Aeolus appeared after a single soft nicker from his mother.
Green emeralds gleamed with a spark of mischief at the sight if the boy who obviously had been close to them already. Such a little sneaker - but then, perhaps their son favoured his mother colour-wise, but his father a bit more in personality. Somehow he figured Loire might be the other way around, but time would tell.
Aodhán quickly ruffles the boy’s crown in greeting, watching him greet his sister with a raised brow at the words that quickly flow from the boy’s mouth. He corrects them too quickly, but it’s already too late, his parents are on to him now. ”Sounds like you haven’t been hassled enough in my absence,” the spotted stallion proclaims as his neck warps around the sunset-and-golden colt, pulling him back through the sands (and perhaps make him stumble, but at this age he should be able to handle that), as if to let his words be followed by deeds immediately.
He glances to the nereid, but decides they can talk about the topic of where they live, later. This is his family after all; but some things are best discussed as adults. ”Easy on your sister. She needs food and rest.” he tells his son, playfully pulling on his ear to distract him.
@[Eva] ^^