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12-14-2015, 01:20 PM
Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,
And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.
She did pull away, but just enough so that she were able to look at his face. Her eyes were steady, direct and scrutinizing as though she wanted to penetrate beneath flesh and blood to see the soul beneath, the cogs and wheels that kept the complex machinery of his being running. If Erthë had been able to read minds and realized what her father was thinking, what his fears and worries were, she would probably have kicked him. Like her mother before her, she had no patience for self pity - not her own, nor anyone else's.
Nor would she have been very impressed with how little trust her sire had in her. Did he really think that Badger, however loved or favored he might be, could ever replace the stallion whose blood ran in her veins? Had she not inherited his pallor, his lean physique and his ivory crown? They were different, yes, but in much they were oh, so similar. Like how they kept their hearts locked in a chest of glass; easily fractured, bruised, prone to breaking.
It was only the resilience of youth that made her bounce back so quickly.
But Erthë couldn't read minds, nor did she know what her father was thinking. When she gazed into his eyes she saw only the visage of her beloved parent, and what little steel there had been in her eyes before melted like ice under a summer sun.
"Oh, I see" she said simply, a small smile touching upon the lips before she returned her head to his shoulder, where it rested quite comfortably. "Just let me know you're leaving next time, please? Please don't be like mom, it was bad enough that she got all secretive and went off on her own."
Said the girl who spent more time away from their shared home than in it, especially now that she was on the verge of mastering her wings.
"I talked to miss Evangeline, the head healer here" she continued, on the subject of her legs. "She tried to mend it too, but for some reason her magic didn't work. I don't know, pa, maybe it takes a god to undo what another god did..."
Frowning slightly Erthë recalled the words of the Goddess after the battle against the wolf. Her invitation to come see her for explanations, and the mention of a location the child had heard mentioned in passing but never visited herself.
"Dad, what is the Veins? How do you get there?"
The filly shifted in the embrace so she could look at him better again, but remained pressed against Vadim's lean frame - determined to stay there until he withdrew himself or collapsed from the cold. Or, even more amusing - protested and called her out on her teasing behavior.
@Vadim
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