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 Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 1:33 pm
 Her belly was heavy with children again and again, she walked noiselessly amongst the trees, a gliding shadow or dappled light. There was a softness and fragility to her otherwise slender form, as if she could simply disappear into a dark shadow and never return. She was relaxed though, more certain in her own strength than her appearance would betray. A caiman, stalked her steps, a friendly, watchful shadow, but she did not need his teeth for protection if any dared attack her now.
She had been neither surprised nor vindicated in expectation when she began to show signs of being with child. It was as it was, nothing more and nothing less, children conceived between towering trees with branches like antlers reaching up to pierce the sky. She sought a blessing this time in honor of Wards and his careful ways rather than for any reassurance of her own. The MotherFather would lead her children down the path that they were meant to be on just like she was lead on her own.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 1:58 pm
She is a mare today -- a spectral owlcat spills from her shadow -- as she wonders. She is aimless for the moment; Doom is in a mood, her son is likely somewhere lost, her granddaughter is on another hunt for words, and her other children are probably bickering. Today her own company is the only option and for once she's not happy about it. In fact, she's almost a little lonely. She scoffs; no. She's bored and needs some intellectual stimulation. The stomp of her hooves become a bit more forceful as she begins to list any conquest she can think of that will give her mind a chance to run free. Instead she feels that blasted tingle. Although it's been so long, it takes her a moment to remember why she hates it. Then again she has nothing better to do. Perhaps it'll be somekin with a brain, she snorts and chuckles, fat chance. With eyes narrowing into slits, she thinks she'll at least have someone to torture.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 1:45 am
It was the stomping that made Last Night turn long before they were close enough to have a proper conversation. She watched with quiet eyes as the mare comes closer, obviously irritated. A faint smile was on her face, not amused, just distant. When the mare was closer, Last Night dipped into a low bow, the crown of her antlers lowering, sharp tines almost menacing except there was nothing threatening about the soft expression on her face.
When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet but carrying, distinctly polite, "Well met, Blessed One."
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 12:32 pm
The doe wasn't deaf at least nor blind. Of course that meant nothing. Eyes and ears did not make one intelligent. She'd allow that there were manners -- a bow and a greeting -- but there was also assumption. "Met, at least," she corrected as she stared at the doe, considering. "You don't seem the type to want a blessing for yourself and yet you've sought me out anyway."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:48 pm
A careful tilt of the head, quiet and polite, and then a nod, accepting the mare's correction without complaint.The difference in meaning negligible to Last Night, but understood and accepted, woven now into the paradigm that framed this meeting.
Then she smiled, a little distant and a touch fond though her expression lacked any nostalgic longing. "You are right, I seek not a blessing for myself."
"The MotherFather and the Swamp are reassurance and blessing enough to me," she paused and considered her next words carefully. "But there is value to being careful and to seek the wisdom and blessing of one who has seen more seasons pass than I. This value multiplies in the eyes of these children's father who prefers the company of trees than the youth who he believes to be impetuous and unwilling to respect knowledge. So in honor of him and our time spent together, I seek this blessing."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 12:56 pm
"Your children shall respect knowledge and wisdom. Impetuous shall not be in their nature," she granted, thoughtful. Amorpheous ugh, so sorry for this. i didn't get a notice and i'm having a severe headache atm. i'll edit later to flesh it out but right now my brain is not working.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 8:06 pm
Last Night nodded, grateful and very much aware that the mare had no obligation to bless the clutch. That the blessing was given was blessing in itself; she had no particular hopes for the children. If the MotherFather willed them to enjoy a faster life than their mother and father, then they would be. Impetuousness was not a bad trait, merely different, and respect for knowledge and wisdom could be learned with time. She smiled, careful and polite, "Thank you. Though he is not here with me, I know that these children's father would appreciate your blessing greatly."
She paused, "As do I, though in a different way."
She tilted her head, considering the mare for a long moment, and then nodded. She dipped into a low bow and then continued on her journey, one step in front of the other, suspecting that the moment she looked away, the mare would disappear into shadow or light, or perhaps both, as was only fitting.anemosagkelos hi Don't worry about it! I hope you feel better~ ♥ I've edited to wrap this up! I hope you don't mind!
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