02-27-2022, 05:02 AM
"@Valtyr?"
she somehow finds him, in that way all mothers seem to manage to; her riddled brow drawn, a little more than worried, whittled away by apprehension. what would he think, with her scent melded with another male's — folded over the old one always kept in her hurting heart and in his? with her ribs not yet gentled by that foretold swelling but nonetheless blooming so fragile and new between them? the nightingale quests for her growing, gangly son, stepping through their shared mists; her own features as clouded. it's when the shadow of his creature edges its way through the gloamtide that her stout ears fall back, and the shroud of sotaherra is cast away as the burn of shame takes its stead. she had asked for his blessing, and that of his siblings, and yet ...
and yet ... her lone silver eye goes to her paws;
bracing for what words he might bring from his mind.
she somehow finds him, in that way all mothers seem to manage to; her riddled brow drawn, a little more than worried, whittled away by apprehension. what would he think, with her scent melded with another male's — folded over the old one always kept in her hurting heart and in his? with her ribs not yet gentled by that foretold swelling but nonetheless blooming so fragile and new between them? the nightingale quests for her growing, gangly son, stepping through their shared mists; her own features as clouded. it's when the shadow of his creature edges its way through the gloamtide that her stout ears fall back, and the shroud of sotaherra is cast away as the burn of shame takes its stead. she had asked for his blessing, and that of his siblings, and yet ...
and yet ... her lone silver eye goes to her paws;
bracing for what words he might bring from his mind.
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