They say, "You're a little much for me,
You're a liability"
A strong herd, and a good herd so long as she is leading it, the girl thought to herself with a wide grin on her face. Yes, spreading such news would be an easy task once Silvi was out and traversing across the islands again. Who knows, perhaps she herself would merely wind up back in the forest. It had been her father’s home island, and with a good friend ruling it, well what was there not to like? Eventually, the raven mare believed she would grow weary of all the wandering. Eventually, she would crave stability. As for the reminder of her pregnancy, she could think of no better place to be.
Will you be a boy or a girl then? I cannot wait to meet you, she longingly thought of the unborn child, a soul with whom she would share so much with. A daughter or son, she didn’t care. As long as the child felt so very loved. With that thought, Silvanus turned her blue eyes back to the roan femme beside her. She was grateful to be seen as a friend and not a burden, to be welcomed so easily. Did she dare ask for anything more? So far, Dances had not appeared and maybe did not want to be in this child’s life. Of course Silvi would love she or he with all her heart but she wanted more for her foal. She wanted her to grow with a village around her. Perhaps later, after she had settled in she could talk to Persephone of such things. How happy it would make her for her friend to love her child, and Pilar too of course! She needed to get word to her somehow…
Focus, she reminded herself. ”I would be more than happy to tell others of this wonderful home you offer. I am sure you will find many who need such a thing. My father would have liked you very much I think. A small sadness weighed on her momentarily but was quickly replaced with her typical enthusiasm. ”I’ve been thinking of names for the child. I’ve got a few in mind - I wondered if you might be a sounding board for me? I just can’t seem to pick!” Making set choices never really had been her strong suit.
The further the two walked, the warmer the black femme became. The cold of the waters drying, her muscles forgetting the ache and the trees dimming the wind’s access to them. Lifting her crown slightly, the girl giggled as she worked her long limbs over roots. If she wasn’t careful she’d be tripping over every last bit of this forest!
silvanus
female | friesian mutt | EE,aa | Caitriona (x Dances) | kittyha's optimist