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10-25-2012, 02:27 PM
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L E A N D E R The soldier had gotten himself into a whole different mess this time. Fighting had been his pastime, but nobility and righteousness had always been his nature. Suddenly, he had found himself accepting the position of father for both a filly and colt of his own kind. He didn't have the heart to say no to the child, and knew he may never have any of his own. As much as he longed for Faelene's touch, her loyalties still lay more with her defeated King than with him. The knowledge was a constant thorn in his side. There was still the hope that she would care enough for him to leave Mauja's side, one day. But the hope was fading, the more he realized his own loyalty to Kri and the Throat, the more he understood. A high-pitched sound came from the little white dove. Leander stopped abruptly, then moved his thick frame back to check on the yearling. He had underestimated how hard the journey would be for young Nefertari, though Amenhotep seemed to be faring well enough. He felt more distant from the older colt, and could only hope that in time it would not be so. "We're just over the border now, Nefertari. It's only a little ways before we reach the lake. If you look out there in the distance, you can almost see it." He spoke with reassuring words, smiling down at the blue eyes below. Fondness had come quickly for the girl, naturally, it seemed. There didn't have to be common blood between them for a family to be formed. He wished there were some way he could give them a mother, but for now it was not possible. The tawny stallion shifted so that he was parallel to the little one, lending his stocky side for her to lean on. He didn't want to risk her falling and twisting a leg on the snowy terrain. "Are you alright back there, Amenhotep?"  |
