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and the water is risin' quick and for years I was scared of it we can't be sure when it will subside so I won't leave your side, no I can't leave your side Meg was already a shipwreck on the inside when she heard the booming command echo behind her. Einarr! Einarr. The hardened warrior that she had seen fight so savagely, so beautifully, and the doting father she had seen care for his infant daughter. Each facet, each layer that had been exposed had only deepened her interest in the dark beast. Every day he had surprised her, every day she had wanted to know more about him and they had watched Mordecai grow together. Their time together had been limited while he had labored for the Earth God, and every interaction had center around the girl they both called daughter, but the woman had started to think of him as an ally rather than opponent. Her best ally. Until he’d simply been gone. Anger was the only thing thing she could have reached for in order to save face in front of this horrid stallion whose opinion she wished wouldn’t matter so much. It flared as she stalked past her, glancing only at her for a second before marching up to where Mordecai stood. How dare he? How dare he leave? How dare he come back and see her when she was scarred and hurt? How dare he yell like that at HER daughter? And then Mordecai was screaming. “NO!” Mustering her fire again and glaring daggers at the black stud she set upon him with ears flattened and teeth bared. In a flash and spray of water she was there and threw herself against Einarr to force him back, desperate to protect her darling girl, even from him. But he was so big, so solid, that even if he did shift she faltered and fell to her knees in the salty waters. And Mordecai moved… And Mordecai yelled… Megaera lifted her head to see a plume of falling feathers. She thrashed, lunged to stop her but it was too late, and in the gentle surf the feathers began to drift away. Had they really failed her that much? Could she really believe that? Meg shook from head to hoof with the torrent of feelings that would not be separated or categorized. All she could do was drape her neck over the yearlings and pull the girl tight to her and hope she would feet her thudding heart, the honest beat of a mother’s love. “Strong.” she whispered. “Perfect.” |
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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