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08-26-2012, 11:49 PM
It pained her to watch her fellow horses burned and hurt, knowing her magic could do little but veil them from sight... when they did not charge in, inviting hurt upon themselves. Ears were swept back in agitation, sensing how little her words were getting across. What else could she do but try to distract him, when he never cast his wrath upon her?
But then he stopped, pausing with an attentive, listening pose. She watched him warily, refusing to step back from the fires that cascaded from his body like smoke rolled from hers. What he proposed next... no, demanded next took her off guard.
Her ears flicked forward and then back again, and she snorted softly at the prospect. Bear the child of a god? It was an idea that carried thoughts of three other children of near-gods, and the destruction they had wrought. But he claimed he would leave if she did, allow her to raise the child as she would... it made her thoughts churn with half-formed ideas. Made her emotions roil. It was her duty to defend the herd and lead the other defends of the herd. Talk and action had done nothing to stop what had happened. What choice did she have, really, if she was to fulfil her duty.
"Fine." She said sharply, stamping a hoof. He'd be disappointed if he thought to find a malleable youngster at her side when he did return to claim his 'gift'. While her children did seem to take after their sires in most things, stallions did not understand how much could be made of a child's foundations in those first seasons. She doubted even Gunslinger could have warped Kimber into a blind racist now, doubted her second child could be so dramatically influenced even by her half-brother. And this stallion, god though he might be, thought to emulate every other sire of her children in that regard? Very well then. He'd have another thing coming to him.
But then he stopped, pausing with an attentive, listening pose. She watched him warily, refusing to step back from the fires that cascaded from his body like smoke rolled from hers. What he proposed next... no, demanded next took her off guard.
Her ears flicked forward and then back again, and she snorted softly at the prospect. Bear the child of a god? It was an idea that carried thoughts of three other children of near-gods, and the destruction they had wrought. But he claimed he would leave if she did, allow her to raise the child as she would... it made her thoughts churn with half-formed ideas. Made her emotions roil. It was her duty to defend the herd and lead the other defends of the herd. Talk and action had done nothing to stop what had happened. What choice did she have, really, if she was to fulfil her duty.
"Fine." She said sharply, stamping a hoof. He'd be disappointed if he thought to find a malleable youngster at her side when he did return to claim his 'gift'. While her children did seem to take after their sires in most things, stallions did not understand how much could be made of a child's foundations in those first seasons. She doubted even Gunslinger could have warped Kimber into a blind racist now, doubted her second child could be so dramatically influenced even by her half-brother. And this stallion, god though he might be, thought to emulate every other sire of her children in that regard? Very well then. He'd have another thing coming to him.
