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11-28-2016, 10:12 AM
Albrecht
What he can hear of the mares dialogue is soft and soothing, encouragement and affection. He doesn't hear any edge of resentment in her tone, but he knows that that isn't a definitive log of her feelings. He watches, rapt, as she nuzzles and cleans the colt, stokes his fuzzy crest as he wobbles his way to his hooves for the very first time. She says that she'll keep him, care for him, and he knows that he shouldn't, can hear the well meaning reason in his companions pleading of him to stay back, to leave now that the mare is on all fours agains, but she's inviting him and all he wants to do is see the boy. 'You have seen the boy.' His companion snaps, fear for the stallions safety making him terse, so the black amends, meet him, and creeps forward a few slow paces.
He can't be sure at what distance or angle the mare will be able to fully see him, but he instantly loses control of the introduction when the newborn suddenly launches himself into a haphazard run, his infantile wings flapping away in excitement. He charges straight toward the old man as if he's been born with some extra sensory ability to track his blood relatives. 'Of course.' The snake moans in despair, curling tightly around the blacks right horn while the colt skids and tumbles and finally rolls to a stop nearly beneath the old black. Ears cupped forward, afraid to step clear of the tiny body for fear of letting him slip the rest of the way down the sand revine, he stands and lowers his head to breathe in the laughter and life of the boy at his hooves, his tangled and dirty beard falling to touch where his muzzle still hesitates. "Hello." He breathes. "I'm your father."
He knows such a statement will be meaningless to a newborn, but he feels compelled to make it anyway, to claim his title and place in this childs life, however limited or unwelcome it might be. One day the boy will be grown, a man free of his mothers (well justified) opinions. Maybe then he'll have more than these fleeting moments, but for now he'll take what he can get.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Sabia @Saoirse
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