He was glad to see that the painted had not forgotten of him, her words reassuring any trace that he was not remembered. Anzaine spoke of her longings, and the chromed realized as the kind words soaked into him, that he too had missed his soft spoken woman. He had not seen her since that night, a night that's result was laying bundled up in palomino and blue stripes. He was sure that this new responsibility, new status would hit him eventually, but for now the mood was too tender to be ruined by his fears of fatherhood. He would not ruin this moment that was so special to her, to him. "It has been too long my dear." He agreed softly, goldens warm and bright on the pales of Anzaine.

Quickly, as steps fills the air, does his eyes shoot to any who might be threatening. His nostrils flare as the scent of a male enters then, golds glaring. He started to raise to his feet, but by the words of Anzaine the large cream was to be of no worry. He still eyed the stranger, wondering what correlation he had to Anzaine, protectiveness something he valued greatly. The elephantly man seemed polite enough though, and the beast relaxed back down to her side, a "thank you," escaping from midnight lips.

The movement of his precious creation tore his gaze away from the man and back to his treasure, the determined side of the filly leaking through her first steps. Wanting to be there, for her shoulder to lean on, he lurches forward, hooves melting into the sands as he nears the child. Miseal walks beside her, neck tight and arched as he watched her intently, a joyed smile crossing his face as he looks back at Anzaine in all of her stunning beauty. Even after childbirth, the fae holds a luring grace about her, that very glow had drawn him in so long ago and still, she could not be denied beauty.

It was then that the man(who was irritably taller then himself) spoke, questioning Anzaine of the name of their child. He looks then, brow arching as she thinks, her answer gaining a look of approval, eyes switching back to the greens of Viserra. "Viserra my daughter, welcome to the world." He spoke tenderly, enjoying the sight of her independent marches around the three horses that had somehow crossed fates and landed together, a family. Miseal was no family man, but as his golds flickered from jade to moon, he knew that he would try his best to be everything that she dreamt of. Miseal was no family man, but he was a man of his word, and he promised himself this.

Returning back to the place where he belonged; Anzaine's side, he nestled his nose in her mane, he was her protector, her companion, her lover, and anything she wanted him to be he would strive to be so. "I am so very proud of you Anz."




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