Posted on February 19, 2013 at 05:42:08 PM by S O L G A R
 "The man who fears losing has already lost." When the tiny creature extends its tiny muzzle toward him, he hesitates. But then, slowly, he extends his own in return until they are touching. He can smell the child's warm, sweet breath; he can feel the soft velvet of its unmarred skin. His heart shudders with the emotional shock, and for a moment he feels light-headed and worried that he will keel over.
When Neassa comes closer, laughter bubbling up from her throat, he lifts his head to eye her curiously. She is slimmer than before, though he imagines it will be a while before she is back to her usual weight. He is passive and silent when she greets him, touching her snout to his. Her whisper causes him to shiver. A son. My son. He looks down in bewilderment at the child again, as if refusing to believe it is true. But there is nothing to suggest that the colt's parentage is questionable. It is all real, very real indeed. When the foal speaks, his high, chirpy voice almost makes Solgar jump out of his skin. There is expectation in his son's dark, innocent eyes, and he knows that he must do something appropriately father-like in response. But what? The stallion forces the faintest of smiles onto his dark, scarred lips, and leans down to touch and snuff at the boy's forelock. "His name?" he asks Neassa quietly, without looking at her. His son's scent is thick in his nostrils, and fills him with parental instinct so strong that in those moments he only has eyes for the boy. S O L G A R 11; mustang; blue roan; 15'3hh; inlet; shiva |
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- you haven't lost - By Yoren February 27, 2013 at 10:48:44 PM
- he who fears losing has already lost - By S O L G A R March 2, 2013 at 04:02:04 PM
- you haven't lost - By Yoren March 3, 2013 at 00:54:55 AM
- x - By Solgar March 7, 2013 at 05:45:00 PM
- you haven't lost - By Yoren March 3, 2013 at 00:54:55 AM
- he who fears losing has already lost - By S O L G A R March 2, 2013 at 04:02:04 PM
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