[ mhr gha SEER ah ]
Fell
▻ Sarama | Shvana | Mahākanha ◅
The birth had been unfittingly easy, blasphemously easy considering the two children she’d had prior. There was a sort of fear that took her at the thought of it, as if somehow this little life would also be taken from her in some cruel twist -- but contrary to those things in her mind… the intangibles did not deflate her spirits and instead she watched only with pride once he was on his little feet and tucked under her for milk.
Introducing him to his father was no less wrought with emotions that she did not immediately choose to express. She felt so nervous, yet to counter that, she simply stepped past the moment she feared. She says her son's name, offers the nickname that had solidified what he would be called in the end by being pronounceable with mere breath. Maha. Named for the being in her culture that howled and set fear into the hearts of the unrighteous so that they ran back to the right path.
The little black and white boy looks around her, peeks about his mother until she bops his hindend and he naturally is moved towards the great black beast with eyes like his own. The braying stallion’s whistle makes the boy jolt, but he doesn’t run - returning the sound with a shrill foal’s reply in something like defiance against the surprise spooking. Mrgasira chuckled at the silliness, considering his father’s carefulness not to do just that. Mrgasira, meanwhile, sighs as Fell’s lips pressed to her red forehead.
She moves closer, sliding in alongside him, taking comfort in his strength and forcing Maha to acknowledge his courage if he wanted nearer to his mother.
For his own part, the boy looks at his father with striking golden eyes to match, the little sprigs of feathering on his legs telling of a future length, the black of his body rich like his father. He might not be as thick as his father, but the spider-long legs spoke of more height. She looks down at her son, their son, and while she is not healed fully of her loss - she feels the newness of this new life as another glued piece to mend the hole.
"The name is my determination. He is named for the great black hound that scares the wrongdoers back towards good," she says quietly as the colt suddenly spots a squirrel returning to its tree after the black beast had chased it away. "For him, you cannot act on impulse. For him we look inward and do not seek ire amongst those who are already our enemies." A small nip to his shoulder is all the petulance she dares, knowing that his own nips smarted for longer than she was willing to feel it.
OF THE TINUVEL BAY
▻ five years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅