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07-15-2012, 09:05 AM
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Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign
It wasn't strange that he recognized her, the flesh of his own blood - after all, he'd witnessed her birth, memorized every detail from her Friesian conformation and movement to the patches of roaning scattered across her. He'd seen every inch of her with his loving eyes, committed every part of her to memory, from her cloven, frosty hooves to her bald face and wintry eyes. She was his, his blood, his flesh; Psyche's too, and for once the Gods had not played cruel jokes on him and given him something horrible. Blood was no guarantee the offspring was sound, but every part of Snö was perfect to him. But her visits had been so few and far between - would she remember him, would she know him? Would she remember his cold, steadfast presence, his pale body scattered with dark? Or would she only see a stranger running at her?
Fear was no reason to stop. Fear was only a reason to move forward, ever. But she wasn't afraid, she called out, not his name but what he was to her: daddy. Father. Protector, Guardian. Had he failed, by not being there, or had Psyche failed, by taking her from him? It didn't matter. She was here now, bouncing towards him, childlike and eager while he swept in like a whirlwind, pale mane snapping in the wind and the raven feathers slick and dark against his neck. They touched, and it sent a jolt of aching affection through him, a deep longing to keep her by him, always; it rested deep in the core of his being, overwhelming, intense. Robbed of words he simply stood there, drinking in her scent, blowing hot air onto her. She'd grown since last he saw her, but she was still leggy, her tail short... He laughed, gently, softly, as she nosed him all over the face, and returned it by nibbling on her forelock. Psyche had nearly been like a hindering presence when she had been around - this was the first time he'd truly got near his daughter. But what if Psyche..? Worry hit him like a sledgehammer in the head. Strange as she'd been after conceiving, he still cared deeply for the shady mare. "I missed you too, Snö my daughter," he murmured into her ears, voice warm with affection. "But where's Psyche? Is she okay?" Of course he was worried - he'd be a fool if he wasn't.  |
