Nikola was not alone for every long. Aliyana's form distracted him, drew him in as she came close. Scolding words were met with a dip of his head, staying quiet as she leaned against him, her belly already swelling. With life. A son daughter for him to raise. Had he done enough for Jabber and Baulder? The grullo could hardly know, the time sweeping by so quickly. "I am serry, cher," he finally spoke, his bayou tongue rubbing at the roof of his mouth. "I been in'a bad way," he explained with a sigh, pressing his face against her neck, enjoying the gentle nips and kisses.
That is until he saw Pierce, pawing the ground with them in sight. Ohfuckohfuck. Call him coward, call him barely a man; Pierce scared the shit out of him! He did not skitter out of sight or behind his pregnant mare, though he was concerned for the lives living in their bellies. If they were to fight something bad was sure to happen. With ears laid back he glanced between the two mares, waiting for signs of trouble to step between them. But the bay looked calm... which was more frightening than anger.
"Pierce, joo are lookin' well.." more than well actually. His dark eyes scoured her frame for the reminisce of her Desert stay. Which reminded him.. One of his daughters would be going to the sand snake.. It made him sick to his stomach but it was a necessary evil if he were to keep the rest of his kingdom safe. "'ow 'ave you been gettin' along, deh two o' you?"
Aralusian | Grullo (EE aa Dd) | 15 hh | Five | Fuchs
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