Vanir, unfazed by his father’s sudden reaction to his (rather rude) sneeze, accepted the gentle bump of the larger stallion’s muzzle against his own. His tiny grey nostrils flared as he breathed Tyr’s scent. Kiraz smiled as she watched, pride blooming in her throat and brightening her tired eyes. She and Tyr had been practically strangers when they conceived, and she wasn’t really sure they had made it far beyond that level of familiarity. They had not spoken often, and as shy as Kiraz was, she was alright with that. But it was nice, now, to feel close like this. She was no longer wary that he might turn on her, but she realized she had not really been afraid of him since their coupling. The memories sent shivers across her skin - not bad ones. She had not been entirely herself, but she had still enjoyed that time of extreme closeness, and it had done much to assuage her fears. If he had not forced her beneath him, he was unlikely to do so for any other reason.

Now, it felt as though their passive truce had finally evolved into something a little warmer. She considered his question, but she didn’t have to think about it for long. She could feel his eyes on her as she answered, before he changed his mind.

”I do,” she said simply. She smiled when he dismissed his question. It felt nice that he had asked, and seemed interested in her response, at least for a minute.

”I feel alright, actually,” Kiraz said, somewhat shy. ”Although maybe a nap is for the best.” She looked down at the pale golden Vanir, and at his dropping eyelids. He yawned mightily. ”Maybe I should take the chance while I have it,” she joked, lowering her chiseled head to lip at Vanir’s fuzzy, oversized ears. Kiraz glanced up again at Tyr. ”Would you rest with us?” she asked.

Kiraz

mare // 6 // ee aa // 15hh