Einarr stood, turning his head around and looking from the sky, to the shrines, back towards Meg, and repeating. There was a clutching nervousness that began to wrap its fingers around the stallion's heart. Never before had he felt such a thing, but the love he felt towards the fragile filly he left in the Throat was deafening all of his warrior's senses. Had his father felt this way towards his children? Their mother? Perhaps...or perhaps not. When each of their offspring were born there was no battle for their fate. No, each foal that shared Einarr's blood was well-protected and well-loved by their rhojosor--by their family. Just a band of warriors all shifting through the turning sands and growing grasses of the fields and plains and beaches they took over and inhabited for a small time, their cloven hooves taking what they needed and their masterful battle tactics aiding them with force. Einarr's daughter, his Mordecai as he had so suddenly named her, on the other hoof, was born into a world of darkness. The first thing the poor girl felt was pain and hatred and Einarr vowed here, in this moment as he waiting for divine intervention, that she would never feel it again.

He would raise her to be strong. To fend for herself when he was not there to stand as her shield. She would be great, and all would respect her.

As the ground began to shake in a whisper of a tremble, Einarr took a step back towards Megaera, unsure of what was to happen. However, then the god appeared before them, the dark stallion was stricken with awe. Einarr was a religious man, that was true, as was the entirety of his rhojosor (though nothing compared to the devoutness of Gaucho and his more southern-inhabiting birth herd), and so the stallion was moved to act instantly. Reddened brown eyes shifted down and the massive beast lowered his body to bow before the impressive tribrid. He kept his mouth silent and his body lowered as the God of the Earth spoke. Einarr was infected with his words, they swarmed his body and dug within his orifices, claiming their stake on the God's promise of wrath should his needs not be met. The stallion swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment and finding his deep resolve. Find and aid five who seek the same basic needs as your child. "Einarr do as God wills," He straightened his body and looked the Earth Father in the eyes once more, giving him a solid nod. "Einarr tell world of Earth God's glory now until death." It was a pledge of the stallion's heart, something not given lightly, before he lowered his head again as a sign of respect and submission to the great winged and horned stallion.