Kieron felt the warming sensation flood through his inner self. It was the feeling, the emotion, that spoke of security, happiness, maybe even possibly love; it was a deep level of affection, admiration, he had for Vi. And he wasn’t about to let her go. Her ability to come back, with her normal teasing and flirtatious words, made the steed grin, his orbs twinkling with pleasure.
"Dear Vi, I do not doubt our daughter will become just like her mother. She will be conniving, sly, beautiful, and with a slight sense of humor."
He chuckled lightly, all in good measure. He said everything with good heart, and in a doting manner. And then, just as quickly as it had dissipated before, it surfaced again. Her withdrawal was sharp, and this time, Kieron felt the pang it left within him. He watched his mistress’s with a keen eye, observing her mannerisms down to the “t’s” being crossed and the “i’s” being dotted. His tuners were receptive to pick up anything auditable, coming from her vocal chambers.
At the words that lingered, hung, suspended in air, alone, Kieron froze. He was uncertain how to respond. Not sure exactly what she was getting at. His first gut response was hell no. And he knew the only response that should be spoken, especially to Vi, who seemed so vulnerable at this point, was to say his gut reaction.
"Vi, do you honestly have to ask?"
His orbs searched her’s for a moment, before sighing and shaking his dial. He supposed, coming from the maiden, she had every right to know anything and everything that may be a possibility. But giving up his beloved’s and his little one’s was not an option even worth discussing, because it wasn’t going to happen. Looking to her again, waiting for her gaze to rest on his, he forced a slight and small, gentle smile.
"You will never have to worry about anything, other than raising our daughter to be like you. Smart, compassionate, kind, do you want me to go on?"
He nudged her in a loving manner, prodding a smile to show on her maw. He could only hope.
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