Ashteroth watches as Gecko works on the little filly. What was once stark white against the grass, now blended in as if she were no more than a shrub. The mare held a fascination for the stallion’s knowledge in a way that would always remain a mystery to her. With time, she could probably learn a few helpful techniques from her companion. It might even help to bridge some of the distance between them. But what use would he find in the Peak, if she could take over the expertice for him? Ashteroth quickly decided she would leave it solely up to Gecko for healing.
“I…. would like to call the girl Hrist.” Ashteroth answers after a brief pause, her blue eyes straying from the stallion whom she’d been watching to look at the filly again. “It’s a valkyrie’s name. And with the fight she is going through now to survive, and the fight she will have to continue to carry until she is old enough to decide differently, I feel as if she will need a strong name.” The painted mare explained.
Then, her eyes travel to the blue roan colt curled up with the filly. “I have always liked the name Arkadi.” She admits, feeling heat flush across her cheeks in embarrassment. “How silly is that though? To name a child with no more meaning than that.” Ashteroth turns her head away for a moment, further embarrassed that she had admitted it aloud. “You are his father, Geçersiz. You should name our first son.” As much as it might have seemed to be a mispoken word, it was not. Ashteroth did not think that this would be their only child together.
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