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04-28-2013, 08:42 PM
Romani
Nightfall was steadily approaching.
In the midst of the threat of this pitiful 'Assassin's' group that they had heard about, and training as a Protector, as well as generally keeping their borders secure and civilians safe, Romani felt as though she had been spending less and less time with her beloved family. Guilt gnawed at her breast, causing dark lips to turn downwards in a frown. Had she and Xanthos not fought tooth and hoof to be together? Had they not challenged other equines and Gods themselves to sanctify their love?
They needed some time together, she and Xanthos, as well as little Jasiri... Romani didn't want their daughter to think that her parents were too busy for her. No, no, that wasn't it at all... A gypsy-soul she may be, Romani was still mortal. She could only do so much, and with the responsibilities as a warrior and a mother, they would often be destined to conflict.
But right now, in this evening light, Romani would make time for her family. Even if it was a time to simply tell both Xanthos and Jasiri that she loved them both, and that was all they did. After all, when had been the last time that they had truly just spent some time alone, as a family unit, and had talked? The palomino mare didn't eve care what they spoke about; so long as they communicated.
With steps Romani ventured towards where she and Xanthos had taken to settling down when evening would approach, the weather nipping at her thick hide. Orangemoon was in full swing, and soon Frostfall would be on top of them. That thought brought a smile to her lips. Had it already been an entire year since she had arrived in Helovia? Had it truly been that long since she had been found, lost and wandering in the Threshold by Svetlana?
Immediately her thoughts turned away from the deceased StormChaser. Romani would always honor her memory, but she wouldn't let her thoughts dwell on the fate of the Pegasus. No... It was time to look forward, to gaze upon the living and help them thrive.
"Xanthos," Romani called out, her vocals echoing in the fading evening light, "Jasiri... Come along, both of you. I think we should spend some time together, as a family." So, perhaps Romani was feeling a bit sentimental, but who could blame her? With Xanthos' help, they had formed a beautiful family... And if she wanted to be emotional when it came to them, the Haflinger truly believed it wasn't a crime.
At her side, when the Protector came to a halt, little Kasai sat down upon the cooling grass, tail flicking left and right. The monochromatic tigress could feel her bond-mate's melancholic emotion, and immediately sent a mental brush of love to the palomino's soul. Immediately Romani returned it, and even went so far as to lower her head to brush her velvelty muzzle against the tiger cub's cheek. The two-toned patch of fur was soft against her nose, and a deep, calming purr resonated from Kasai's bowels, and together, they waited for father and daughter to show.
[ooc: Private, lovey-dubby thread between Jasiri and Xanthos. Also, hopefully, the thread for Romani to finally receive her feather from Xan. :3]
In the midst of the threat of this pitiful 'Assassin's' group that they had heard about, and training as a Protector, as well as generally keeping their borders secure and civilians safe, Romani felt as though she had been spending less and less time with her beloved family. Guilt gnawed at her breast, causing dark lips to turn downwards in a frown. Had she and Xanthos not fought tooth and hoof to be together? Had they not challenged other equines and Gods themselves to sanctify their love?
They needed some time together, she and Xanthos, as well as little Jasiri... Romani didn't want their daughter to think that her parents were too busy for her. No, no, that wasn't it at all... A gypsy-soul she may be, Romani was still mortal. She could only do so much, and with the responsibilities as a warrior and a mother, they would often be destined to conflict.
But right now, in this evening light, Romani would make time for her family. Even if it was a time to simply tell both Xanthos and Jasiri that she loved them both, and that was all they did. After all, when had been the last time that they had truly just spent some time alone, as a family unit, and had talked? The palomino mare didn't eve care what they spoke about; so long as they communicated.
With steps Romani ventured towards where she and Xanthos had taken to settling down when evening would approach, the weather nipping at her thick hide. Orangemoon was in full swing, and soon Frostfall would be on top of them. That thought brought a smile to her lips. Had it already been an entire year since she had arrived in Helovia? Had it truly been that long since she had been found, lost and wandering in the Threshold by Svetlana?
Immediately her thoughts turned away from the deceased StormChaser. Romani would always honor her memory, but she wouldn't let her thoughts dwell on the fate of the Pegasus. No... It was time to look forward, to gaze upon the living and help them thrive.
"Xanthos," Romani called out, her vocals echoing in the fading evening light, "Jasiri... Come along, both of you. I think we should spend some time together, as a family." So, perhaps Romani was feeling a bit sentimental, but who could blame her? With Xanthos' help, they had formed a beautiful family... And if she wanted to be emotional when it came to them, the Haflinger truly believed it wasn't a crime.
At her side, when the Protector came to a halt, little Kasai sat down upon the cooling grass, tail flicking left and right. The monochromatic tigress could feel her bond-mate's melancholic emotion, and immediately sent a mental brush of love to the palomino's soul. Immediately Romani returned it, and even went so far as to lower her head to brush her velvelty muzzle against the tiger cub's cheek. The two-toned patch of fur was soft against her nose, and a deep, calming purr resonated from Kasai's bowels, and together, they waited for father and daughter to show.
[ooc: Private, lovey-dubby thread between Jasiri and Xanthos. Also, hopefully, the thread for Romani to finally receive her feather from Xan. :3]
The True Soldier Fights Not Because
He Hates What is in Front of Him,
But Because he Loves What is Behind Him.
