The voice echoed out above all the sounds. The voice of a king, the command of a king. A sharp ow escapes my lips as the tiny muzzle of a child sucked a little to hard on my teet, and my head swung round to nudge him to remind him to be careful, and also, that it was time to move.
A herd meeting was in order now, and eating would have to wait. Kvasir slowly let go, only to look at me with his gorgeous turquoise eyes. I looked at him, a sigh escaping my lips before I looked away, tears threatening to over flow from the brim of my eye.
Your okay. You'll be okay. Take a deep breath.
A shaky breath is drawn in, and just a shakily breathed out, several times. "Mommy?" The voice makes me turn my head to look at him, a forced smile on my face. "Yes, Kvasir?"
He looked down for a moment, like he was considering something, before looking back up at me. He was so gorgeous. so perfect. But he hurt so bad to look at too. "You'll be okay, mommy." Slowly my head reached around to touch his nose with mine. "Thank you. Lets go now. Our herd needs us."
Carefully mother and son move through the Edge to a cliff, which was the source of Tembovu's voice. Why a cliff? "Stay by my side, Kvasir." I said firmly, looking down at him, but my lips held that smile that hid the pain deep inside. He would know that smile well. He would know how much I loved him, but at the same time couldn't stand his presence, because he reminded me that I had failed his brother. I had failed them both, though hadn't I? I loved, but I resented an innocent existence, simply because I couldn't get past this grief. This depression. And suddenly that cliff looked so much more tempting. Maybe if I just walked off.... It would feel better.
My attention snapped from those dark thoughts, and I struggled to gain composure once more. These thoughts had plagued my mind constantly. My eyes turned to look over the crowd, desperate to find something else to focus on. I searched for my father, but he was not here. There was a lurker, a creature I did not know. There where two unknown faces, but they held unique markings and height similar to the king. There was a mare who's color so closely resembled Vida-
My gaze snaps away from her, focusing on Tembovu, wishing him to speak so I could focus else where. So I wouldn't break down in front of everyone. So I could push away the pain for a few moments.
Just a few.
It's all I ask.
"talk talk talk talk "
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