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03-05-2013, 07:57 PM
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Essetia Anyone from my past, Get your ammo |
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| Her mother’s touch was welcomed with the slight tired murmuring of response from the small filly. Her eyes had grown heavy soon after her first meal and she settled in against her mother’s shoulder before slowly bending back into the earth. However, her father was eager for her to know him before her mind left this world again. He had only gotten to wrap his mind around the concept of her for a few short minutes since her arrival, but he quieted as she fell into a heavy slumber. His eyes retreated from his precious daughter and found those warmed pools of light in her mother. He nodded happily at her remark, unsure of how to respond without waking the sleeping foal but his eyes carried his love for her and without question he was sure that she would know of his support. He stepped closer to her now, his muzzled extended, eager to find the tender flesh of her nape. They belonged here in this moment and he would not let her soon forget. It was time he learned to take things into his own hands. Whatever came their way, they would make it through. Looking down into the face of the little treasure that had been created because of him, because of her… he knew that this was where he belonged. There were no words needed now in order to show her that he was by her side. No matter the mountains or mole hills that lie ahead, he would be there. Perhaps when she felt she’d lost her mind and found that his company was not good enough anymore- he would still be standing in her shadow, ready to catch her should she fall. Above them a glint of golden dust seemed to catch his eye and he smiled, confident that for once in his life he felt at home. No matter where she led him, he would be home. Mirage had been only a reminder that his heart had not only been claimed by love but by family as well. He silently thanked her for her support before closing his eyes himself. They were all in need of a bit of rest and he would not complain. He nudged Tamira closer, his warm breath upon her ears as he whispered sweet nonsense to the one he loved. When they finally faded into sleep themselves, he wanted to be the last thing she heard until she could once again wake into his warm, brown, gaze. |
OOC| I decided to use Essetia’s table because it was smaller… even though she’s more of a side-thought in this post. XD
We can close this by the way. <3
