[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by WICKED & FREYA on February 11, 2009, 5:53 pm, in reply to "angel [THREAD]" Wicked is torn. The gangly, bluish-tinted filly at her heels is probably the second most beautiful creature she has ever seen in her life, second only to Ilium of course, and yet she can hardly bring herself to look at the girl for more than five seconds at a time. There is so much that is wrong with her little life already – no father that she is allowed to know of, a mother who is the pawn of a shard, and certainly a very bleak childhood ahead of her. This is he life that Wicked brought her innocent daughter into. The thought makes her throat burn and her eyes sting.
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Mommy, where are we going? little Freya asks, almost tripping over her own awkward limbs as she struggles to keep up with Wicked’s brisk pace. For a moment, Wicked smiles, basking in the feeling of having a little voice call her ‘mommy’ again. We are going to see a friend of mine, my little darling. At this Freya seems like she wants to ask another question, but she is distracted when a butterfly lands on her shoulder, and a gleeful giggle erupts from her lips, bringing another smile to the lips of the mother.
By the time she find Icarus, however, her lips are pursed in a thoughtful frown. Two more butterflies have begun to fly around the head of the little filly, the equivalent of a neon sign confirming that she already has the Earth within her, meaning that the father is Earth as well. Their secret may not be a secret for so very long if people start putting two and two together. Icarus, she says as she comes to a stop in front of the black stallion. I have someone I...would like you to meet. This is Freya. The filly quickly forgets the colorful insects flitting around her and looks up, up, up at the dark male in front of them. Rather than hiding bashfully behind her mother’s legs, she bats her little eyelashes at him, a precious smile touching her lips. Hello, sir.
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