Posted on November 23, 2020 at 11:47:11 PM by MeDuSa
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So going into this whole queen thing, Medusa didn't exactly know what she wanted to do with the rest of the herd. She wanted to know them so she could at least name them when she saw them, but did she plan on becoming friends with any of them? She never planned that far. What she had with Valka was rare. They were confidantes, besties, and Medusa cherished that relationship. But she didn't expect to grow close to any of her herd mates. Maybe she expected them to be resentful of her title or mad that she just swooped in and got something without having to fight for it. So far, that hadn't happened and if anything, she was already sensing some submission from the chestnut fresian mare who stood well above her own height. It was a little dizzying to believe she had power over such a creature, but it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy it at least a little. Yet, what surprised her the most was that she actually felt for this mare and her situation. She didn't want Kvothe to hurt, whether physically or emotionally and she hated seeing her all tore up inside because some stallion decided to lure her off and have his way with her. And to make matters worse, he played it off like a pro, like he was the victim or something. He messed with her mind, and Medusa couldn't forgive him for that. She tried to better explain what she wanted for the fresian mare when she tried to say she would just stay in the inlet, forever and ever, amen. Who would want that? But when Medusa tried to correct her, Kvothe only further assured her that she would never feel like a prisoner here and she's only ever felt happy here. That, too, tugged at the painted filly's heart strings. So her life was just shit before she came here? Now she really wanted to kick that stallion's behind. Her temper continued to simmer just below the surface but she was well versed in hiding it, keeping her voice low and her face soft. The words "my queen" should have absolutely made her day. There were so many times that she used to picture the horses of the inlet calling her such and bowing before her. But now, in the reality? She found it wasn't so simple and she shook her head with a smile. "You can call me Medusa. I am your friend more than anything else, Kvothe. You are welcome to stay where you're happy. I just don't want you to feel like you can never go to the crossing to socialize, or to another island to see a friend, or even a child when they're grown and in a herd of their own. Maybe today you can't think of a place you'd rather be, but some day, you might want to go somewhere, and I just want you to know that's alright, too." When she explained about masks, she could tell the mare was listening carefully, taking it all in, but when she didn't give a reply, Medusa could only assume she was answering herself in her head. She still believed in that stallion. He really did a number on her and Medusa hated him for it. But she certainly wasn't going to convince her otherwise. She didn't have that kind of trust yet. But maybe when she brought the stallion before Kvothe and made him confess; maybe then she would see that she was right. When she asked about the possible unborn child, there was a flicker of something like panic in Kvothe's eyes and Medusa tensed protectively. But at her sudden words of denial, Medusa smile softly. So she hadn't thought about that. When the larger mare swayed on her hooves, the tobiano gasped a little and made as if to lunge to her side, ready to at least try to catch her if she went to fall. She'd probably just get squished in the process but she didn't want Kvothe to hurt herself. The draft mare went on to say she was Ironclad's and asked if he would still want her. Fear struck her voice when she mentioned the child, asking if he would allow any harm to come to it. The life of a child was precious. Medusa had watched her own father raise many a colt or filly that wasn't even his own. Her own mother had even adopted a colt, so to speak. Found him washed up on the shores of Paradise and took him under her wing. She raised him and made Paradise his home and Rougaru accepted him as if he'd always been there. Medusa couldn't see Ironclad being so different than her father in that, but she couldn't guarantee it. So instead, she looked at Kvothe with a new fire in her eyes, a determination that wouldn't be broken by anyone. "I don't believe Ironclad would turn his back on you or the child, if there is one. He's not that kind of guy and he cares about you. It wasn't your fault and he'll understand that. I honestly have a lot to learn about him and what he stands for, but I can tell you what I stand for. A child is precious, no matter their circumstances, and your child will be a member of the inlet. That means you are both under my protection and I won't allow anything to happen to either of you." She took a deep breath, hoping she had helped to alleviate some of the mare's stress before she asked again. "I was wondering if you'd want the stallion to know the child. Would you want him in the foal's life?" Medusa needed to know what to keep in mind when she was confronting the dog, wherever he lived. If she wanted him to be a part of the child's life, then he might have to come visit in the inlet and that would mean more things she needed to tell Ironclad in the future. That is, if Kvothe didn't want to tell him herself. Medusa_mare_2yo_Mutt_14hh_Bay Dun Tobiano EE Aa Dd nT_one blue eye and one brown eye_Monster x Rougaru_betrothed to Ironclad_Tinuvel Inlet |
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