10-12-2020, 09:30 PM
She grows less annoyed by Varick’s intrusions into her den each day. Lately, she hadn’t even tried to spit in his face. Of course, she still tried to pick out the softest point in his scales, but she is less driven in her efforts. Sabbath hasn’t tried to amuse herself with thoughts of being kind to him, but she does appreciate the need he fulfills in their child’s life. His usefulness is just enough for her to spare him the full force of her wrath.
She doesn’t recoil and snarl when he touches her. In fact, she hardly seems to notice the gesture at all. Sabbath is momentarily surprised that he knows her well enough to assume she’d gone to her own mother when Crowns first fell ill. Her sage green eyes reconsider him momentarily before she answers, “She doesn’t know what’s causing it. She only knows he isn’t getting worse.”
Her voice is hardly distinguishable over the gentle hush of the waves near them. In her grief, she is pliable enough to curl against him once more as he pulls her close. Every thought is so consumed by her concern that there is no room for her to be repulsed by the feeling of his scales meeting hers in the delicate embrace.
“I just can’t watch him suffer,” she explains as fresh tears trail down her face. Together, they walk the worn little path toward her den, and she pauses before rounding the corner to step inside. There is always some strangling fear that he will not be as she left him. But there he is, curled into a little ball as he whimpers and dreams restlessly. Sabbath lowers her head to press a kiss to his temple.
“Crowns, your father’s come to see you.”
The colt rolls over and blinks open his ocean blue eyes. Groggy from sleep and sickness, he stares at them both for a while before he staggers up. His legs wobble as they did when he was a newborn, but he stumbles toward Varick once more. Crowns sighs with relief as he curls to Varick’s chest and feels the chill of frost meeting his skin. Slowly, Sabbath releases the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in.
She doesn’t recoil and snarl when he touches her. In fact, she hardly seems to notice the gesture at all. Sabbath is momentarily surprised that he knows her well enough to assume she’d gone to her own mother when Crowns first fell ill. Her sage green eyes reconsider him momentarily before she answers, “She doesn’t know what’s causing it. She only knows he isn’t getting worse.”
Her voice is hardly distinguishable over the gentle hush of the waves near them. In her grief, she is pliable enough to curl against him once more as he pulls her close. Every thought is so consumed by her concern that there is no room for her to be repulsed by the feeling of his scales meeting hers in the delicate embrace.
“I just can’t watch him suffer,” she explains as fresh tears trail down her face. Together, they walk the worn little path toward her den, and she pauses before rounding the corner to step inside. There is always some strangling fear that he will not be as she left him. But there he is, curled into a little ball as he whimpers and dreams restlessly. Sabbath lowers her head to press a kiss to his temple.
“Crowns, your father’s come to see you.”
The colt rolls over and blinks open his ocean blue eyes. Groggy from sleep and sickness, he stares at them both for a while before he staggers up. His legs wobble as they did when he was a newborn, but he stumbles toward Varick once more. Crowns sighs with relief as he curls to Varick’s chest and feels the chill of frost meeting his skin. Slowly, Sabbath releases the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in.
may my enemies live long so they can see me prosper.
sabbath