I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
Much to Evaline's surprise, she enjoyed talking about her children. A younger version of herself would have merely rolled her eyes and moved the conversation back to a topic where should could talk more about herself. Maybe it was the palomino mare's age or the fact that she never really had anyone to talk to about her children who didn't already know them personally, but when Inka asked about Shamwari, Evaline perked up. A small smile even cracked her lips as she thought of Shamwari, easily the most successful though perhaps not the most reliable of her kin. Their relationship had been rocky at points and she'd never come straight out and say to him or anyone else that she loved him, but she did. She was proud of him. "He's maybe six or seven now. Or even eight. I'm horrible with ages." Evaline said with the flick of her tail. "He looks a lot like Rook sometimes, if you catch him at the right angle. Sometimes it's eerie to see."
Shamwari wasn't her tallest child, Kasabian was. But her chestnut boy was most definitely the largest. That she knew she could attribute to his father. "I didn't know Rook well. We only... mingled... for a short period of time. He was an asshole when I told him I was pregnant, and that was that." Evaline said, completely openly and honestly. It felt refreshing almost to talk in this way. It made her think of Valentine again, and she could feel a sudden rush of heat warming her extremities. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. "Valentine raised him, thankfully. He didn't bat an eye when he found out Shamwari wasn't his. The boy was lucky for that." Evaline allowed her gaze to drift off toward the falls now as she tried to blink back a layer of salty moisture that threatened to cascade into tears down her face. With a heavy sigh, she was successful in fighting back those unwanted emotions. "He is as much Valentine's son as he is Rook's, in that I see Valentine in him too."
Evaline shook her head, her lips grabbing lightly at the golden hide at her chest before she turned back to Inka again. "Do you think Rook left the islands?" She looked at Inka now, noticing her hesitancy to talk much about her brother. "Why don't you tell me about your children."
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |