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03-30-2016, 09:24 PM
ashamin
lochan
&rakt
His son had already grown so much. The sight of young Rein was enough to fill the haruspex's heart, and when the word "Daddy" came from his son's lips Ashamin thought it might burst.
Daddy.
Yes, Ashamin was a father. And he had every intention to be the best one he could be, to take after his own father in that respect. He saw Rein and saw a reflection of Rexanna, a young golden steed with the potential to grow and be great. If Ashamin could have any part in that, could in any way mold Rein to be kind and gracious of heart, he would.
But there was something immobilizing about the sight of his own progeny. It wasn't Ashamin who initiated his typical tactile greeting, but Rein. His son's soft golden muzzle touched his own bi-colored one with perfect gentility. Rein really had learned his manners.
"How have you been, my son?" Ashamin said, finding the words hard to speak and the heart in his chest to be quick and unreliable. His tail looped and arced, and without thinking he threw the sparks of its ornament towards the tinder his companions had gathered. Though a fire failed to start it urged his companions to move, and so Lochan and Rakt moved to Rein, pressing their sides against his as they would against Ashamin's when he rested.
"You've grown so much since I saw you last," Ashamin murmured, moving his muzzle softly along the boy's neck and down to his shoulder, inhaling the scent of Rexanna and himself combined, exhaling comfort.
It was good to see Rein again.
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