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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:12 pm
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Youth reacted to the arrival of the swan mare with quiet awe. The moment rolled over him, a quiver that ran through his body, emotions tumbling over each other - surprise, delight, amazement - and beneath them all, a creeping fear.
“Youth,” he answered the last question first.
She was lovely, this mare, with her golden hair and gentle smile. He smiled back.
“I didn’t realize,” he began but never finished, trailing off. His gaze slipped sideways, to the thorny hibernating rose bushes. It took him a while to find his voice again, to push his thoughts into words. “I suppose... I suppose I would like them to grow strong and healthy, to blossom in their own time and find joy in this life.”
A father. Such a strange thought. He still felt so very young.
He wasn't ready.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 6:17 pm
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"Youth! What a lovely name. Something so precious, yet so fleeting," Roses in Bloom sighed dreamily, thinking to her own fillyhood. If only she'd been the soul then that she was now, with all her life ahead of her! But then again, would she be the mare she was now, without that growth? It was hard to say.
She perked up at his wish for his children, her happiness turning to giddy at his words.
"Blossoming in their own time, ah! A perfect wish. That was something akin to my dream, you know. Roses in Bloom," she mentioned by way of introduction, standing from where she sat. With tender hooves she trot over to the buck, offering him a gentle muzzle.
"Then I wish for your future children to live those good and happy lives, and know only more happiness as they grow." Her words were gentler, then, as she continued.
"And don't be worried. Life goes on after children, even if you're afraid now. I mean, I'm a mother of twelve, and I still live on. I promise you, Youth, it isn't going to kill you."
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2018 7:21 pm
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"You know, the first batch of them was," Roses agreed, thinking to what a fretful young thing she'd been. She'd scarcely been more than a filly herself, chasing after her kids like any sort of bump or bruise would be the death of them. She laughed to herself, shaking her head.
"But life is always different, always changing. With or without kids, life moves on." She stood up and looked down upon the acha, smiling.
"You're so right, though. All will be well. Have faith in the MotherFather, and know that I'll be around if you need help!" With that, she was a swan once more, taking off into the treetops.
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