“I’ll do what I can with the child,” He said nodding slowly. Life was getting quite a bit more interesting for the Blood Prince. After losing the entirety of his family it seemed as though he was regaining one just as swiftly. Next Birdsong he would keep his loins in check though. Last thing he needed were four more children popping out of mares and wracking havoc upon himself and the Basin. With his hot-blooded personality he could only imagine the little terrors that spring from his sperm. Surely the child inside Hotaru would be of a fiery demeanor if the boldness of it’s mother and father were to be taken into account. A wild son he could deal with, but a wild daughter, he wasn’t entirely sure.
Hotaru’s body language and demeanor shifted as the Lady of the Basin approached. It was a peculiar shift, but it didn’t phase him much. Mares were complex things with changing faces and moods. Déodat had come to accept he would never fully comprehend the depth and mystique of the female mind. Perhaps that was made them so appealing to men for they would never grasp them.
As the two mares conversed he fell into his typical silence watching them both as the Lady and newcomer had their exchange. All he could dwell on in that moment was his second child to be. What would it be like? Would it be a boy or a girl? Would it like him like Mirabella did? Would he be able to handle the load of two children? All these questions swirled about in his mind and he knew not how to quiet them. At the mention of his name he snapped to attention and he glanced over at Illynx realizing she spoke of training. He nodded slightly in response to her words though he was tempted to snort at the mention of the general and other Corporal(who hadn’t been seen since after the darkness fell)
@[Illynx]
Bears the name of "Battle Born"