pull me close and twist the knife » open Posted on February 23, 2025 at 07:10:19 PM by Vvanderfell
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Vvanderfell's frustration had been fanned to new heights when she'd discovered there would be proof of that heated mistake of a night with Jormungandr. Instead of seeking him out, Vvanderfell stayed in the wilderness between the Meadow and Falls-- definitively keeping distance between the stallion and the child growing within. She'd claimed to Marko that it was his before she'd lost track of him, but the black mare had guessed otherwise all the while. The ermine spotting on the filly's nose and ankles was proof enough.
The trip to Luthien for the summer had done little to soothe Vvavderfell's consistently foul mood. She could feel the air of change in the Thicket. However, there was little she felt inclined to do about her sabino daughter's steadfast loyalty to Sephiroth. Dagon would follow where he and Masamune led; this was sure enough for the immediate future. Change was still change. Though it had been coming for some time, it didn't please the sabino to have the one haven open to her become otherwise.
It was a little easier coming back to the Crossing Isle now that Polaris had grown some. What a difference three months made. Alioth had come back to help them with the swim, staying close to his littlest sister as they paddled back to the central island. The sabino was glad he hadn't inquired about the filly's father either time they were together this summer. Alioth had always been a curious boy, always asking questions, which made his altogether lack of inquiry that much more vexing for his mother.
They had parted from the spotted stallion on the northern banks of the river fed by the Falls. Vvanderfell thoughtfully watched her son cross the river at as quick a pace he could muster. He was different after the birth of his son-- her grandson Iridium --and was further changed after Daffodil's departure. The dark mare marveled at how affected her son was by the figures in his life. Yet, Vvanderfell seemed to remain disappointed and angry, no matter how much time passed. The frown on her lips deepened, and black auds further flattened against the ebon tangle of her mare.
Her dark eyes swept over where her frosted filly lay hidden in the reeds before directing her gaze north. Before being persuaded by Marko, the sabino had considered heading to the mountain rumored to only house mares of the islands. However, Vvan had never been good at working with others, much less other mares. So the prospect had been and continued to be dismissed. No, her next steps would not follow any trails to the Peaks. What then, she wondered, would she decide to do next? Vvanderfell mused a moment longer before heading to walk along the river. She would amble south when the river cut away toward where the mare knew a stand of apple trees was located.