A daughter? The thoughts flew in his mind, and forgot everything that came before those words.
Who is the father? The first and most important thought that went was this one. He wouldn’t ask of course, but he didn’t want her to think he had a problem with it. There was nothing wrong with her having a child. It was before him, and he couldn’t control that. But still, the words pricked him like thorns over his hide. He felt a jealous rage deep inside himself. It shocked him, that he was jealous. He realized then what had happened. Upon this meeting, he had suddenly fallen in love, and everything that went along with it. He didn’t know what to think of himself. Should he be shamed? He never thought this would happen, and why? Because he was a loner. He wasn’t used to other horses, and they weren’t used to him. He’d meet a couple of mares in passing, but had barely talked to them out of respect because they had a stallion with them. One time he stumbled upon a group of them, and he had to talk to the leader, which was their mother. Otherwise he knew nothing, absolutely nothing about talking to the opposite sex. And lo and behold, here he was, not only talking, but flirting with one! He sat there for a second, his face blank for his mind going crazy with the shock it felt inside of him. Suddenly, it stopped. Altogether it was gone. Time seemed to stand still as he looked at Psyche. He didn’t just glance at her, he looked, stared. He felt something stir. He might have been in the air. It might have been in the earth. But he knew one thing: it was definitely in his heart. He spoke finally, his words soft, drifting through the air and swirling through the snow.
“A daughter. How lovely she must be, if she looks like her mother.” He smiled then, stilling feeling the stirring of his heart. His expression hardened suddenly, and his tone along with it.
“I’m sure I can learn to fight, and I will train myself to be a great warrior, so that we can defeat those damned Qian.” Softening once again, he said absentmindedly,
“You know, there is something different about you. It’s not bad either.”
(Ya know, I think this is one of the cutest moments I've ever written for Valentine yet :D )
Strolling Along
Tying my Tongue
Gears are Shifting
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