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Posted by chapal on March 17, 2009, 1:46 am, in reply to "chapal;"
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Chapal heard the strange word – perhaps through wind and lightning, or perhaps through ears alone – and her voice made his hair stand on end. Soon, then, she was near him and their bodies linked as they had before, as if no time had passed. Indeed, if it were not for the shadow at her side, he might have thought it had only been a few days rather than a year.
He didn’t notice the colt at first, so enamored was he with Enola’s presence wrapped up in his. “I don’t know what happened,” he said, instead of ‘I’m Sorry’ – because what was there to be sorry for, really? “I went to Solira first… what, what happened?” he asked next, inquiring after the bodies he’d seen like litter on the shoreline.
It was then that he noticed the baleful eyes, peeking from around Enola’s flank, and the unfamiliar, clean scent of a child. He’d heard that word – Passchendaele, was it? – and wondered if it belonged to him. But of course it did, he thought to himself silently, even as his lightning grabbed hold of her wind and the weather shifted strangely as it usually did when they were together.
“You need a nickname,” Chapal said gruffly, detatching his lips from Enola’s flaxen mane to draw his eyes even with his son’s. Chapal wondered if the child would know who he was, or if he would have to have the “Hi, I’m your father, in case you’re wondering” conversation. He wondered what Enola had said about him – or, even, if she had said anything. He imagined that couldn’t have been easy and the salt-and-pepper spy strangely regretted not being there for the birth of his only child. He’d thought it wouldn’t bother him, really – he’d never considered himself proper material for fatherhood.
Nevertheless, with an uncharacteristic grin, he said to the boy –
“You can call me Chappy, anyways.”
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