GALILEE
The stallion makes no attempt to hide his surprise at Galilee's intuition in regards to the child, but his openness only causes the mare to smile more widely, the expression incredibly fond. Oh, Brennen, you naive little boy; sire of many, and yet somehow ignorant to the ways of motherhood. Feeling tingly, her eyes close against his touch, leaning into the warmth of his muzzle as his silly flirtation brings joy to her heart.
"Mosrael will be happy to finally have a sister," comes her response, half unintelligible as she relaxes under her lover's soothing touch. "Almost as happy as I am to have you here with me." A breathy sigh escapes her, and before he can move on to another topic, the mare presses herself firmly to his side a final time, attempting to memorize the way she feels like everything glows with the light of the angels. "I love you." She murmurs it into his skin, a familiar phrase between them, meaning it wholeheartedly. Her protector, her lover; hers.
But they are walking still, and so she straightens, listening to his explanation of the more political things at hand. Despite her love for him, Galilee knows Brennen to be a man of great renowned and intent; that he had chosen her, an almost unheard of mare with nothing special to her name except a few colourful dots, is beyond any reasoning she can come up with. So she respects his hard work, his fame; it is gift enough to be able to share even an afternoon like this with him. The little mare's heart might squeeze with loneliness now and again, but she knows not jealousy nor greed.
"Even if she is hurt, it's not your responsibility to baby her." The mare speaks more confidently now, eyes travelling out over the sea as the wind played with her forelock. "Krone will either understand or she won't, and that's just how it is. Like you said, you've already brought more life to this kingdom with the promise of a brotherhood than perhaps has been here all along." Her eyes turn to him, and she holds his gaze evenly, intending for him to perceive how seriously she speaks. "You're doing the right thing, Brennen; anyone can see that."
She listens to what the pegasus has to say in return for some time, their hooves leaving a poetic trail behind them in the moist spring sand. At first, her gait becomes slightly encumbered, and she writes it off as the baby moving around; but when a jolt of pain greater than any kick a little leg could administer causes her to stop walking completely, Galilee loses track of the conversation at hand, a worried but excited smile unintentionally interrupting her lover's train of thought.
"She's coming, Bren..."
Some time later, back in their thicket (for they had only been about a ten minutes walk away), a little bundle of ankle and knees lay at the happy parent's hooves. Galilee's lips work tirelessly at the spotted bay fur that stuck wetly to the filly's skinny frame, memorizing her daughter's scent and pressing as many kisses to the girl as she did licks to clean her. The tiny pegasus bleated her distress at being so affronted with this new, cold, terrifying world, but before long, her crying settled into a wide-eyed stare, blue eyes working to focus on the two massive beings before her.
Wordlessly, Galilee moves to Brennen's side and leans into him, exhausted after the miracle of birth. Her sides are slick with sweat, and she cannot seem to remember if he'd been there for her past births; but he is here now, and for once, she is greedy, clinging to him and forcing him to be here - though in truth, he may not need much forcing now that the actual birth part is over.
Her words come sleepily, a haze of happiness weighting her eyelids. "What do you think of the name Khaeli?..."
And below, Khaeli struggled to her skinny hooves, disheveled wings all ahoo as she stumbled towards her father, tripping just in time for him to catch her.
@[Brennen] @[Belgaer] @[Mosrael] So uh oops wordsplosion? Enjoy <3 I may or may not post Aemar and Raelyx to this thread if the whole famdamily is going to be here...