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02-14-2013, 10:39 AM
d'Artagnan took Mauja's return in a stride, neither questioning his authenticity nor berating him for leaving without saying goodbye. A half-smile appeared on the Frostheart's face, the familiar bump of a muzzle soothing some of his worries, and fears. If the Doctor accepted him, then all was well. Of course, their family was bigger than this, but as his long-lasting friend, d'Artagnan's acceptance of his sudden return meant a lot. It felt good to stand by him, seeing the familiar red in the corner of his eye, smelling his familiar scent. "I'll tell you later," he murmured with a smile, ignoring the sudden bump in his heartbeat, the hitch in his chest. He'd brought nothing but paranoia and trauma back with him.
Aviya, d'Artagnan's daughter who had been but a sickly foal last he'd seen her, came to stand on Mauja's other side, peering up at him with something he considered to be a rather creepy amount of interest. Still, he gave her a crooked grin as way of greeting before the grayed-out chestnut roan body of his first child, Snö, came into view. Has Psyche managed to lure her back? Too many impulses came into his mind, to run forward, to ignore her, to smile at her, to say something... In the end, his body was silent but his eyes spoke, warming to sky blue as his voice pronounced her name, "Snö". Deimos, Descaro, Lena, they all were held by his eyes for a short while, nods given. The rest, he didn't really know. Ranks were requested, more orders handed out, but the old King felt no need to trumpet his own return. Those who knew him, would know he was back, for here he stood for all to see. And those who didn't know him, did not need to know who he had been. Flicking his white tail, he glanced down, seeing the hellhound pup play around his feet. Why hadn't he noticed before? A slight frown creased his face, remembering how he'd ignored the injury he'd gotten when Faelene had scared the crap out of him. Carefully he shifted, and raised the front hoof Aramis was playing with, wondering if he'd snap after the rustle of hair or take one of his other hooves as his new victim. |
