No, she hasn't known him long, what is it... the second occasion they've really talked to each other? Perhaps to some it may not be long enough but to young Georgiana it is plenty. It does concern, and perhaps deep down, scare her, having a child. She does not wish for her child to be blind or not live past the first breath they take, of course, and having had two stillborn in the past two years of her life, it also concerns her, being the gender she is, if she in fact cannot conceive a child that can live, like any other healthy mare who would like to be a mother. It does not occur to her that perhaps it was a result of something outside of her own body, such as stress or trauma.
"It must have been something I did wrong, right? Because I am blind? How could I possibly take care of a child if I'm blind anyway? Take care of a blind child? Though now that I am in a herd, it may be possible now, they can help me, they wouldn't mind, would they?"
As she listens the pale mare doesn't flinch a bit, not even at the words 'child' or 'children', she only smiles wider at how dear Braylen carefully chooses his words, offering her the choice of whether she would like to have one with him or not, though inside her doubts in herself tumble around like his had been; like the stormy sky and sea. Yet again she is bemused by his kindness. “I have always wanted to have children with someone like you.” She replies simply, reaching out until she can feel some part of his face, his cheek? Before gently exhaling as she traces down his neck to groom just behind his shoulder, if he allows it.
“I think I may have just felt a raindrop.” She says musingly after a minute or so of grooming, pulling herself from her thoughts.
Georgiana
Gypsy Vanner | Five | Mare | 15hh | Chestnut Tovero | Blind | Fruity |