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"When Nemesis was a foal, he was the most innocent and gentle of my children, and his coloring quite belies that. He was, and is the darkest in coloration. He has grown to be a fine Kalona, but has also proved to me that coloring does not in any way effect the personality of a child." All of her young ones had become quite the individuals, distinct from each other, and their parents. Little Bane seemed to worship his father, and Rötschreck had not discouraged him from following him about. It was good to know that she could depend upon him to be careful with their foals. It seemed that Ariston was one such stallion, one who would become a good father for his younglings, despite his own personal failings. He possessed his own strengths as well, and she wasn't worried about his capacity to teach his children the right of things.
Maeryn snorted. "I can imagine that one such as yourself would not hold for harm done to one's body. And I do not doubt that you will protect your own." What kind of father would Wrath be, for example, if he ever became one? Someone, she did not think he would be as his 'brother'. "You seem determined to raise your children with Kalona ideals. If that is so, then there are many you can turn to for assistance there. Anevay, while probably not the safest option, certainly knows a great deal about her kind." Also, she thought that Ruin would be willing to lend his own experiences. He was young enough still that he could remember what it had been like to be raised by his parents. Perhaps that sort of perspective would help.
"It is rather interesting. My foal, Hex, has turned out a different color than either Rötschreck or I. It is amazing what the blend of two Kalona can create. Although, from what I know of Heartless, that foal has inherited his or her mother's coloration." Now that was amusing. Rather like Bane, wasn't it? She raised an eyebrow, and watched as the child quietly watched the baskets, particularly the one that Ariston paid so much attention to. She was proud of her colt's behavior, proud that he waited while she spoke to another adult, and did not make a fuss. He was as quiet as Ruin had been opinionated, and had his own sort of strength. Also, he seemed possessed of a similar innocence to the kind Nemesis had had, and that amused her. No other Soquili breed would have expected that of him.
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