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02-19-2016, 09:42 PM
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Rhoa Like ships in the night Ivezho appeared with the easy grace that always seemed to follow him around. Familiarity too, it seemed, also buffeted on his wings, for I scarcely even felt my breath hitch at the sound of his voice. "A yalli..." A child - My words tumbled out of my mouth before Ivezho could even get himself situated. I of course don't know that he is aware - that he put the pieces together in the meadow, and even found Glacia afterwards. And so my tone sounds more like an undertaking delivering bad news, than a brother wishing to rehash some old information. "Glacia mi loshat-" Glacia carries my child. But ah, he won't know her (I wrongly assume). I shake my head, as if removing the word and its misuse. "A mare I met only once ... once in a world that felt like a dream. That is to say, it didn't feel real. I know of course how absurd that sounds now, and I don't mean to excuse myself of the consequences but -" My sharp sea-green gaze rose to find Ivezho's. I searched in his eyes for something that would make this better, something that could ease this anxiety and near-regret. I couldn't be a father. I wasn't ready. I was still a boy, and Glacia a girl. We had been for each other what we needed in the moment, but now? "I can't be a father gaezo. I'm not ready. I-" couldn't even finish my sentence. The grief and weight of what I had done and what was to come was upon me, relentlessly holding me within the grip of responsibility and something which felt very similar to doom. What was I to do? |
