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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  momma had a baby and the head popped off - Soothe & Ophie
    #1

    for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
    in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

     
    Ophanim will no longer be a prisoner of Loess now that Castile has ousted the Hellhound from Sylva. She is eager to see him returned to his home well and whole but waits a few days after the news reaches her to go and find him. He has his own family who will be waiting and though she has been lover to both he and Starsin she will not encroach on their reunion. She has not seen either of them in the time between those separate trysts and the haloed stallion has no idea she carries his child. 

    It surprises her that she wants him to know. She considers herself parent enough for her children, but they also have Litotes for a father and he is a fine one. Ivar never received news of Valek, and with the absence as yet of any Kelpie traits in the boy she is not sure that sire would be interested anyway. She has no reason to believe Ophanim will be pleased with this child but instinct often tells a woman things that experience will not. 

    The winter morning she had set aside to visit Loess happens to be the same morning that her youngest child has selected for its arrival. Kensa is laboring before daybreak, and it is the earliest in the year she has ever gone into parturition. Even in her meadow the snow is drifted and deep, a cutting early morning wind chilling her down to the bone. 

    This pregnancy has been different, even little Kelynen had been riotous in her belly, kicking and rolling until he ran out of room. The babe arriving today has never been as excitable. Not for the first time the chestnut wonders about its well being. Kensa makes a sudden decision to leave Hyaline, to escape the snow in the hopes that the land to the west of her mountain range is just a little warmer.

    It is a good thing she does not select another, further place. 

    Teleporting through freezing water in the early stages of labor is exhausting. She chose a salty hot spring for her arrival point but it is still winter and the water that lingers on her skin chills immediately. She doesn’t call for anyone, she does not desire her voice to be recognized or her summons answered by Starsin, Castile or god forbid Brigade. So she selects a place beneath a granite outcropping where the stone shelters her from the wind and breaks the cold. It is there she brings her second daughter into the world. A chestnut like her, marked in rosy gold, and as she cleans the small girl, the same mauve brindling her father had worn the day they had come together. “Well there’s no doubt, pretty one.” She whispers with a laugh, breathing warmth onto the small face. 

    kensa
    for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.


    @[Ophanim] @[Affirmative]
    #2
    OPHANIM
    He has mostly kept to himself whenever his children have not flocked to him for stories or games. Most of them have grown more independent, but Ciara follows him like a little shadow at his heels. She orbits him as she explores the world around them, sniffing at things hidden beneath the snow and picking at the winter grasses. His ears perk when a familiar scent catches his attention and his pastel daughter mimics him without knowing the cause for his sudden concern. Kensa’s scent is mingled with that of birth and he swallows nervously before hurrying forward.

    He’s careful not to run so fast the dragon child can’t keep up but her small legs are certainly skittering to match his strides. Ophanim pauses when he sees them but Ciara hurries forward to inspect her newborn sister. She’s eager for a playmate, it seems, as she presses her nose to her sibling’s. Their brindling binds them and he knows without a doubt that this spindly legged child is his, but he hesitates all the same. Children are fragile and he is always terrified at first. His heart collides with his ribs as he takes a step closer, then another until he can lean his head down to brush Soothe’s forelock from her damp face.

    Ciara croons and purrs as she nuzzles her sister’s face before Ophie gently nudges her small shoulder. “Give her space; she has to learn to walk,” he explains gently so his monster child will return to his side. She offers a snort before quieting and leaning her head against him, their matching halos turning slowly above their heads. “What will you name her?” His voice is soft as though any loud noise might spoil this moment. The angel boy’s wing slowly slips over the dragon child, hugging her close to reward her good behavior.

    His blue eyes roam across the shimmering rose gold and chestnut of the girl’s body. She’s beautiful, like all his children, but they never cease to amaze him with their diversity.
    you could drown in those eyes, i said.
    @[Kensa] @[Affirmative]
    #3

     
    She bursts into life like a flower taking bloom for the first time, vibrant and lovely. The world around her is so much colder than life inside of her mother’s womb, and the filly can’t help but tremble as Kensa’s warm tongue washes over her, clearing away the afterbirth to reveal the brilliant rose gold markings adorning her coat. Slowly she blinks open her eyes, so similar to her dam’s, and waits while the world comes into focus, cold and bright. Instinctively she presses as close to her mother as she possibly can, wanting desperately to escape the chilly air.

    Her mother says something, but the words are as foreign to her as the rest of the world and she fixes Kensa with a puzzled stare, whickering softly in response. There is a crunching sound nearby and the girl turns towards the new sound, eyes widening as a pastel girl charges forward and presses her nose to the newborn’s. There is a bigger one too, gold and white, and she watches with wide doe eyes as he reaches forward to brush against her forehead. She wonders if she should be scared of all of these strangers, but her mother at her side seems to be at ease, and these two don’t seem to want to hurt her.

    Suddenly more curious then afraid, she pulls her legs up underneath her and moves to stand, managing the new adventure in one unsteady movement. Once on her tiny hooves she trembles, unsure of herself, but she doesn’t fall. Acutely aware of how far this has placed her from Kensa, she edges one rear hoof backward and then the other until she brushes against her dam, her gaze never faltering as she watches the two strangers and their queer circlets of light.

    they say that dreaming is free, but i wouldn’t care what it cost me

    Soothe



    @[Kensa] @[Ophanim]
    #4
    KENSA
    KENSA

    Kensa smiles at Ophanim’s pretty miniature as she races up to her half sibling, though her manner is unconcerned. She’s raised enough children to know that her rose-gold babe will be perfectly safe if her sister pokes at her and may even benefit from it as its unlikely there will be any others her age back home. Of course Litotes is bound to have made some woman or another a mother to his child this spring and so Soothe may find playmates among her stepfather’s ever growing brood. If she only knew.

    “I had meant to ask you what you liked, Ophie.” She just hasn’t made time to seek him out, after their tryst in Sylva on the heels of Brigade’s rejection she had retreated into Hyaline and threw herself into that work. She reaches out to brush a quick friendly touch against his soft muzzle, pleased he has come to meet their child. “What would you call her?” It seems important that this girl carries more of Ophanim than a bit of brindling upon her little sides, she is fond of him after all. Watching their daughter stand, her muzzle hovers over the short back. She is pleased that she finds her feet this quickly, being so small and frail and with winter still holding tight to Beqanna. She will be able to take her home by her own usual means at least, carrying her back to Hyaline through the water. “What is your name, darling?” She says kindly to Ciara, wanting  the girls to know one another...and also just curious for herself. The child does not look like Starsin which is nothing to Kensa considering her own complicated family.

    Kensa drops her chin down to her tobiano daughters shoulder, a gentle embrace softened by concern at her smallness.

    run me like a river


    @[Soothe] @[Ophanim] Making it short and quick. Also I remembered that Soothe was given 'very weak foal' in her stats so I made sure to make Kensa worried about that. Big Grin
    #5
    OPHANIM
    He gives a soft, bashful laugh when Kensa speaks and his cheeks grow hot beneath a blush as her lips find his face. Ophanim returns the gesture, exploring the gorgeous curves of her jaw briefly in a kiss that should know better by now. How ridiculous, to be so starved for these precious moments still. He turns his blue eyes to their newborn daughter when she asks for a name and he thinks for a moment while the girl begins to stand. The baby is smaller than he had expected, which plucks at his already tender heart strings, but she manages to rise onto her tiny hooves.

    She’s determined despite her fragility and her eyes are hungry for knowledge as she studies him, in turn. Ophie laughs again but this time the sound is pleased rather than shy. Ciara edges forward as the rose gold girl steps closer to her mother. “Is there a name good enough for a baby so beautiful?” he jokes, his voice warm and sticky like honey spilled beneath a summer sun. The angel boy is smiling as the dragon child lips at her sister’s cheek lovingly. “Can we.. call her Soothe? Is that name alright?

    He forgets to mind the pink child as he plants little kisses across the younger girl’s face. Seeing her opportunity, Ciara mimics her father and presses her lips to Kensa’s face now. She tilts her head curiously when she’s asked her name, crooning softly at first in reply. “See.. air.. uhhh…” she mumbles, pointed little teeth clicking together at the end. Her pink eyes follow as Kensa touches Soothe’s shoulder and she briefly wonders why Ophanim never offers up little signs of affection like this. She would like to request the same kind of love but something tells her that this woman may not adore her as readily.

    Ophanim lifts his head and watches her for a moment before returning his gaze to Kensa.

    Thank you, for coming all this way,” he says finally. He has only ever been present for the birth of Malone and his twins with Adna, so far, and so he’s thankful to be included. Ophanim is delighted to realize his heart feels content in his chest for the first time in a while.
    you could drown in those eyes, i said.
    @[Kensa] @[soothe]




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