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09-19-2016, 10:17 AM
so i listen to the wind for an answer
He might be slightly clumsier than the average foal. Not that Lyanna was particularly worried about it. He was getting there, figuring out how to use their rather solid King as a leaning post and finally making it to his mother. As long as he eats, and can get around (even if he steps are unsteady), she doesn’t fret. This isn’t a herd that’s being chased by predators, they don’t need to keep on the move. He has time, in a way other children might not, to be comfortable on his feet.
When she looks back to Raeden, she notices the tears in her eyes, though they are quickly shuffled away as Tembovu appears, and they talk for a moment, Lyanna’s eyes drifting back to watch the newborn as he stumbles toward his mother. Her ears flick back to Raeden at the mention of herbs, and Lyanna shakes her head slightly. “Not on me, but I could certainly grab some. Actually, hang on…”
She takes a few small steps away from the group without much of an explanation, hoping the boy isn’t watching as she dives off the cliff, wings spread to take her down to the coast. She’s not gone too long, coming back with a red seaweed, oddly called moss, clutched in her mouth. She joins the little group again, dropping the moss near Raeden. “Should help a bit,” she says, thinking that would do the trick. Along with a good nights sleep.
Raeden goes on to answer her question about the boy’s father though, and Lyanna’s mind stops running through a mental log of herbs, listening instead to what she says about the stallion. Not one she was familiar with, though it didn’t seem like he’d be hard to find. Before she can add anything, Tembovu speaks up, offering to act as the boy’s father. Lyanna gives him a glance, appreciation in that look, but doesn’t say anything more. She’d be happy to look for the boy’s father should Raeden want, but for now, this might be the best way. Tembovu was here, all the time, and would be a good role model. So she waits to see what Raeden says.
When she looks back to Raeden, she notices the tears in her eyes, though they are quickly shuffled away as Tembovu appears, and they talk for a moment, Lyanna’s eyes drifting back to watch the newborn as he stumbles toward his mother. Her ears flick back to Raeden at the mention of herbs, and Lyanna shakes her head slightly. “Not on me, but I could certainly grab some. Actually, hang on…”
She takes a few small steps away from the group without much of an explanation, hoping the boy isn’t watching as she dives off the cliff, wings spread to take her down to the coast. She’s not gone too long, coming back with a red seaweed, oddly called moss, clutched in her mouth. She joins the little group again, dropping the moss near Raeden. “Should help a bit,” she says, thinking that would do the trick. Along with a good nights sleep.
Raeden goes on to answer her question about the boy’s father though, and Lyanna’s mind stops running through a mental log of herbs, listening instead to what she says about the stallion. Not one she was familiar with, though it didn’t seem like he’d be hard to find. Before she can add anything, Tembovu speaks up, offering to act as the boy’s father. Lyanna gives him a glance, appreciation in that look, but doesn’t say anything more. She’d be happy to look for the boy’s father should Raeden want, but for now, this might be the best way. Tembovu was here, all the time, and would be a good role model. So she waits to see what Raeden says.
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