Posted on March 5, 2013 at 07:40:11 PM by S O L G A R
 "The man who fears losing has already lost." Summer has come at last, chasing away the dark and bringing all but eternal sunshine to the inlet. It marks Solgar's one-year anniversary of living here. With the days so long, and with his newborn son to keep an eye on, he is severely sleep-deprived, just as he had been this time last year. He is happier, though. Yoren is his shining light, and he has taken to fatherhood better than he thought he would.
The Watcher cries shrilly overhead, flapping its broad black wings lazily against the blinding blue of the clear sky. Solgar follows the bird with his eyes, pleased to see that his old friend is around again. Movement on the ground soon tears his attention away, however. Positioned on the open tundra, with his left foreleg in a now-constant and characteristic tilt, he blinks and watches with pleasant surprise as the gold form of Winter emerges from the trees. She had been missing for some days, and he had begun to grow worried about her, her words regarding her hips being 'too narrow' for another childbirth reverberating in the back of his skull like a bad headache he couldn't shake. There is a strange tilt to her gait as she moves, however, and it seems to him that she does so gingerly. He frowns, his relief at her having returned dampened by concern. There is something tragically humorous about the idea of them bothing being cripples, he thinks. Then he sees the filly. At first he is puzzled, for at first glance the girl does not resemble either of them. Her coat is red, like Neassa and Yoren's, and there is too much white on her. His dark eyes flick suspiciously back and forth between mare and filly; he remembers all too well how Winter had once suggested to his face that she go out and find a stallion other than him to get pregnant by. But the more he looks, the more he sees similarities: there is faint roaning between the girl's white patches, and Winter's own white markings, while not extensive, could account for hers. He relaxes, or attempts to, and swallows against the sudden dryness of his throat while he waits for them to reach him. But then Winter pauses momentarily to mutter something in the fidgety filly's ear - what looks to be a scolding, making him almost smile despite his exhaustion - and then out of nowhere, Earthshine appears, strolling up to mare and filly and asking them a question. They are close enough by now that he can hear her every word. He stiffens, initially afraid of how Winter will react, as he doesn't think the two have spoken a word to each other before, but also out of a protective instinct for his daughter, though he knows the black mare would probably not hurt her. Feeling as if his presence is required, he limps the short distance to the trio and nips Earthshine's rump. "I'm right here; are you blind?" He sends her only the shortest of somewhat bemused glances before turning his attention to his lead mare and first-ever daughter. Eyeballing the girl for a few moments with an uncertain, almost tender expression, his voice softens and lowers to a near whisper. "I knew you could do it," he tells Winter, not looking at her. S O L G A R 11; mustang; blue roan; 15'3hh; inlet; shiva |
Replies:
- you haven't lost - By Yoren March 7, 2013 at 07:40:54 PM
- From a summers thread - By Winter March 29, 2013 at 01:01:54 PM
- asleep or dead? - By EARTHSHINE April 8, 2013 at 12:32:28 PM
- x - By Solgar April 25, 2013 at 06:12:12 PM
- asleep or dead? - By EARTHSHINE April 8, 2013 at 12:32:28 PM
- From a summers thread - By Winter March 29, 2013 at 01:01:54 PM
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