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02-12-2017, 01:12 PM
 You nod, despite the fact that no, you are absolutely not ready. To be a Da- the thought makes your belly do somersaults, your heart crawl its way into your mouth. And with Isopia? You steal glances at her when the conversation lulls, trying to get a better read on her feelings about this whole business, trying to see if she's nearly as nervous as you are. Of course, you're contending with an additional weight- you know what happened to her last child, her last lover, the last opportunity she had to be a Ma. Relentlessly your mind plagues you with doubt. But... it's different, you tell yourself. You won't betray Iso. You won't take advantage of her body, then throw yourself at the next willing mare. You... you what? You're better? Stronger? Wiser? No, perhaps not, but you love Isopia, love her with a fierce loyalty of childhood matured through youth, and you'll love the baby you have with her. And if that isn't enough, what is? To your simple mind there is nothing more- you're giving this your all. So you nod, swallowing your (perfectly reasonable) trepidation and turning sunbeam eyes to the ruined shrine. Your hooves shift on the jagged stone; you're so caught up with trying to appear composed that you don't notice Iso moving until her wing is around you, her body pressed against your barren side. The sensation of it instantly quells your nerves; you look up at her, lip bit in a lopsided smile, and decide that, yeah, maybe this is the right thing to do. Your wing moves, rubbing against the black stone carried in the crook of your joint. If this isn't you making a difference, you don't know what is. You just hope her Da will agree. OOC;; Zero rubs his stone for his quest! |
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