Common

Do I really look like the child-eating type? He asks, and she snorts softly, although she is reassured by the mock offense in his tone. In truth, no, she hadn't really thought him the child-eating type. If she had, she might have chased after the Percheron, no matter how defeated he seemed. But she also wouldn't put it past the smooth-talking Atlantean stallion to threaten Promise in order to force Hymn to go where he wanted.

"I don't think even child-eating types look like child-eating types." She answered dryly, refusing to admit she was slightly charmed by the playful aspect he took with Promise. The filly, too, had seemed to perk up at his playful wink, un-velcroing her neck from her mother's side and peering at him with open curiosity. "I shall keep my word then," she murmured, the words only slightly bitter in her mouth.

Perhaps it would be good for Promise to grow up in the place she'd been born as if this little jaunt to the Crossing had never happened. Perhaps she would have the sort of childhood with Annubis that Hymn had so dearly wanted her to have with her own father. Or perhaps Annubis would simply abandon them to the jungle the same way that Sigurdr had, and all of her foolish notions about finding Promise a father would come to nothing in the end.

"I'm Promise! And my momma's growed up name is Hymn. Where do you live, Nubis?" The girl spoke up when her momma did not, not yet being world-wise enough to catch all of the implications that came with what Annubis had said in the beginning. As far as she was concerned, they were off on another great adventure to some other strange place. Hopefully one not as cold as the Crossing, and maybe with the pretty flowers she so liked about home. Peering up at her mother, the girl bumped her muzzle gently against her dun-striped leg, seeking and offering comfort in equal measure. "We are goin' with him right, momma?"

Hymn watched her daughter for a moment longer, a pained but fond smile on her lips as she reached to tousle the girls mane. "Yes, little love. We are." For better or worse. Her gaze turned back to the charming silvery stallion, trepidation in their warm depths. "You might as well lead the way back."

mutt

16h

grullo tobiano

solomon x lyrae

love