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whatever you do; Posted on July 7, 2023 at 02:00:51 AM by rafe
make certain your hands are clean ; He does feel mildly guilty at just how terrified the young mare is. Kohelet had been a decent enough sort, if disappointingly naive and defensive about Fell. Likely her daughter is ignorant of the same reality. Rafe is guilty of many things, but punishing a child for the sins of their father has never been one of them. He has no intentions of hurting the girl; just waylaying her for a season or two, reminding Fell that Rafe is always watching, eager to take advantage of any opportunity.
But her black chest is heaving, a great gasping breath that breaks through the facade of bravely she’s putting on. “Fell took a Badlands son first,” Rafe points out mildly, carefully dancing around just what label to give Reese. He is not Rafe’s son, but Fell has even less right to the yearling.
There is little use trying to convince her to see reason - even Kohelet had left the Badlands convinced that Fell is innocent in all of this and that Rafe is the monstrous one. Such hard truths will be even more resisted by a child who knows their father as nothing but their protector.
Rafe can’t help but snort out a derisive little laugh and agree, “You seem to have inherited his penchant for dramatics.” He pauses for a second and then adds in a laconic drawl, “You have your mothers voice, though.”
For all her bluster she is clearly inexperienced - it is exceedingly easy to continue guiding her back the way she came, ushering her forward to the sea so he can spirit her away to the Badlands. He’d really rather not have Marceline come across them and get involved again. He’d spent a blessed few seasons not having to worry about the Peak. But with her there inevitably vying for power, Rafe is certain that will change soon.
He rolls his eyes at her annoyed agreement and teases, “Yes, well, I imagine you’ll have your pick of the lot when we’re in the Badlands; there’s no shortage of my sons crowding up the place.” Between Raegar, Cato, Lucien, and even Evrain coming and going, he cannot fathom the pretty black filly will be starved for companionship. And if she doesn’t take a shine to one of the boys, he has endless daughters to occupy her time.
She’s slowed a bit in their retreat so he nips at her, teeth far enough back that he won’t catch skin but the sound in the air a threat all of it’s own. Rafe flicks an ear back, growing increasingly impatient and says, “Stop being difficult - you’ll winter in the Badlands with my children and you’ll be safely home to your mother by Spring.” If anywhere near Fell can be considered safe for any mare. Rafe narrows his icy blue eyes at her and murmurs, “It’s a better option than you’ll get from most. The Commons alone in the Autumn? A poor decision for such a young thing as yourself.”
rafe | 15.2 hh bay overo brindle mutt | king in the badlands