Her heart glows with his words, skin tingling where he touches after his dark muzzle is gone. It is odd, to be falling in love again. She thinks that is what this is - but it’s been so long she wonders if she’s getting it wrong. Her love for Plume was just a fact, something she has carried with her for centuries, but this? To feel something new when she did not think new was possible for her any longer.
Agetta likes that he has only known her after. That she has only known him in one of her lives. It feels simpler - though the situation is really anything but simple.
When he does not run, does not scorn her or the girl they made together, Agetta relaxes. She tries not to think about what he sees when he looks into Mazikeen’s eyes, whether or not they are just a reminder of things he wishes he could forget, But she will not ask. She wants this to be the first chapter in a new life. Whatever that means.
Because when Agetta looks at the matching sets of orange eyes, she just sees life. She sees the start of a new family, if they'll have her. Blood already ties them, of course, but she selfishly wants to keep them both for as long as she can.
So no, it is not in her to regret this family or the circumstances that created it. There are other concerns, of course, but they slide so easily out of her reach as she shifts to stand with him so that they face their daughter. She touches him again - unable to resist. An encouragement and a thank you of her own.
Though young, the black and white filly does not show any shyness and stands proudly on her own - the fire in her orange eyes blazing with curiosity. “Good. Bored.” She corrects with vibrant exaggeration. “I want to go explore.” She looks to Agetta on instinct for approval and permission, but Agetta grins and turns to her attention to the stallion by her side. Her voice is gentle and considerate when she speaks - as though by tone alone she can let him know that she will not hold it against him if he were to refuse. “Perhaps your dad would like to join us?”
She knows Mazikeen will adventure off on her own before long - and perhaps once she does there is more she should say, more she should ask.
But now those fire eyes look back to him, a slight tilt to her small black-marked face. “Dad?” When Mazikeen repeats the word, it’s not questioning the title or his relation to her - it’s an invitation.
