[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by Se. Formaldehyde on February 12, 2009, 4:11 pm, in reply to "All around me are familiar faces;"
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Personally, I would rather witness the pregnancy itself, moreso than the actual birthing. Number one- it would be quite hilarious indeed to observe the waddling of a very concerned mare. Considering she has absolutely no idea how she earned so much weight over the past couple of moon cycles, not to mention she'd be tripping over hill and heather. Secondly, there is something in my stallion instincts that send surges of ultimate alarm through my body upon the thought of coming across a birthing. It does not sound... Comfortable, not to mention the empathy I would experience. Personally, I would prefer privacy in a birthing, if I myself was the pregnant mare, in comparison with ten thousand heads looking to your crotch and wondering "Is that a head or a foot?" - sticking from your crotch? That's where the immediate decision lay.
In conclusion, the gestation is far more amusing to me than any birthing, anytime. Not that I like any of it.
-snort- And yet I've put not one, not two, but.. Yes. Three mares through it. I was confused. And that leads back to where I was now, standing, embarassedly, watching this pesky Apprentice. Her strawberry roan bodice flitted about with the movements of a butterfly, and briefly I wondered what my foals' personalities would be like. Instantaneously I rebuked myself, glaring inwardly as I retorted, You won't know well enough, because you can't be their father. It would break Skylar's heart if she knew of Torrin and Freya." Both beautiful names, beautiful children, both mine, yet I had made it my choice to act nothing more than a friend to their mothers, to prevent even the innocent foals from figuring it out. Secrecy. It seems I was born into its demonic grasp, and there was no escape from it.
Upon her complaining, suddenly a flare of anger ignited within my inked pools, as my gaze darted furiously towards Lycoris. My Fire ignited in my mane, billowing out dangerously, and I snapped back to her, "How did you think I felt with your Air? Endangered." I exhaled heavily, before I felt my stomach drop, and I balked, looking away, shamefacedly. What was that all about? Why had I snapped like that? With a furrowed brow, I dissipated the flames in my mane, so they receded to my tail, flickering in sudden calm. I glanced nervously towards Lycoris, who no doubt would have been petrified and offended that her friend would react so awfully. "Sorry, Lycoris... I'm very.. There are things happening that have me worried. It wasn't you."
What was I becoming? This fiend who couldn't figure out his own life, and was set on ruining others'? Breaking in response to a friend's friendly jokes, and prying comments, that friends always make? It was mortifying to think that I had acted in such a way. I hoped Lycoris could leave the subject alone, at least, to keep my worries at bay a little longer. I barricaded my expression when Lycoris jumped to suspicion. About what I had done while I was away. I swallwoed heavily, my cranium rotating to face her, before I averted my gaze once more. Clearing my throat, I tried in a panic to find an answer. "I.. I.. Would answer (b). I didn't do anything. I watched the mountains from a distance..." With a slight chuckle I added, "Made a few black roses. Nothing more." Just tried out Arnleif, made amends with Wicked and found love for Skylar is all.
Oh, by the Shards and Relics of Legend, I was really screwing up. And this Apprentice was doing me no justice.
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