Honey eyes gazed over the border in front of her the mist ever rolling over the emerald grass. His simple words draw her eyes back towards him. Pain shatters her heart again and pulls her body to his like a magnet. Her voice is low and broken, "Oh Ciceron we miss you too..." Carefully the tiny mare attempts to rub her dainty chiseled head against his massive chest. How had she survived away from him so long? What would she do if he left her again, and what in the God's names was she going to say to Ilios if Ciceron did leave? He was old enough now that she couldn't just pretend his father didn't exist. Sighing heavily she carefully pulled away as their son came hurtling towards them.

The cremello and teal mare smiled softly watching her two men together as Ilios pulled away from her prodding muzzle. The two males were so similar it was crazy. She could already see her son would grown taller than herself, taking after his father's build.He even had his father's silver eyes and ivy like markings. The golden colt watched his father quietly he wondered vaguely why he didn't reach out like his mother did. His small nubby head slowly reached out towards the silver stallion. A small nervous smile spread over his face as the thought about their, hopefully secret, last meeting. His young voice squeaked from his lunges, "Hello Father it's good to see you." His smile grew as he gazed calmly up at his dad.

Parelia's smile had soft and slight, until she heard the voice her hope longed to hear. Spinning quickly the cremello called happily to her white and black friend. Her voice bubbled forth as Alysanne neared them, "We're doing great Aly thank you." Ilios turned his attention towards the healer his smile bright had excited, "Miss Alysanne this is my Father, Ciceron." The pride in his voice was unmistakable as he stood straighter next to the large silver stallion.

AS the doctor turned her attention towards Ciceron's wounds it was Parelia's turn to lift her breast with pride, "I put yarrow on him already, but I think he rather suffer in silence." She smirked teasingly at her mate before speaking again, "Even though he is limping." She turned her head slightly towards him watching him from the corner of her honey orbs. Ilios turned towards CIceron concern on his young ivy marked face, "Father please let miss Alysanne help you." Parelia turned her neck towards the two beside her gazing fiercely at her two knights, one in gold one if silver.

"Speach" ’Thoughts’ "Ilios Speaks"
Words: 438 @[Ciceron] @[Alysanne]
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