06-22-2021, 03:18 PM
Mazikeen’s announcement isn’t exactly what Wishbone was expecting, but she is happy for her friend. She’s noticed that the amorous feelings of Beqanna often end up one of two ways — desperately in love until the end of time, or lust barely disguised as love. She’s seen plenty of lone mothers in the spring with children attached at their hips, youngsters who might never know who their fathers are. And yet she’s seen powerful families, several in Tephra, that have a close bond that might never be separated.
The purple mare nudges her friend softly with her dark nose, a smile brightening the edges of her lips. She’s about to congratulate Mazikeen when the mare continues, and doubt flickers across her face. Wishbone is certain she’d feel hesitant (dare she even say scared?) if she ever felt those powerful emotions again. Her feelings toward Wolfbane had certainly been heightened by the timing of maturity and newfound lust, but she truly had loved him. And there had been no doubt that he was her best friend, her closest friend, and that carried its own weight in love. Wishbone can’t remember feeling scared of those emotions then, but she knows she hadn’t fully understood them yet.
To be honest, she still doesn’t fully understand them.
And she knows that this in itself is scary, in its own exciting way. As they step into the warmed waters, Wishbone touches her friend’s shoulder again. “Tell me more, Maze. I’m listening.”
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The purple mare nudges her friend softly with her dark nose, a smile brightening the edges of her lips. She’s about to congratulate Mazikeen when the mare continues, and doubt flickers across her face. Wishbone is certain she’d feel hesitant (dare she even say scared?) if she ever felt those powerful emotions again. Her feelings toward Wolfbane had certainly been heightened by the timing of maturity and newfound lust, but she truly had loved him. And there had been no doubt that he was her best friend, her closest friend, and that carried its own weight in love. Wishbone can’t remember feeling scared of those emotions then, but she knows she hadn’t fully understood them yet.
To be honest, she still doesn’t fully understand them.
And she knows that this in itself is scary, in its own exciting way. As they step into the warmed waters, Wishbone touches her friend’s shoulder again. “Tell me more, Maze. I’m listening.”
@[Mazikeen] naked post while the site's updating