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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:16 am
Journey finally felt like a mother should; stressed, tired, and hungry. But Kiefer had introduced the idea of a stay-at-home-father, which made her, the mother, able to get out of the house occasionally and still have her own productive life.
She missed her babies.
Journey trotted delicately around a wide tree, scanning the surrounding areas for danger. She would hate it if she missed a crouching predator, easily distinguishable from her surroundings, because she was too excited about being out in the open again. She thought about what life would be like for her baskets and their father if she was killed. And it made her scared.
Kiefer's parting words remained ingrained into her mind (as most of his parting words, or lack thereof, did), but these did not haunt her. No, these were a careful reminder of what she had to watch out for, what her priorities were now that she was going to be a mother.
Quickly, in one fluid movement, she plucked a large clump of still-lush grass from the desolate landscape and turned back to the cave. Quite truthfully, it was well-hidden; from where she was standing, all she could see were the low, overhanging branches that masked its entrance.
She made her way back and hesitated at the door. Maybe Kiefer and her babies were having a father-child bonding time? Journey didn't want to disturb that, but she felt an overwhelming sense of needing to be by her babies.
"Kiefer?" she called through the entrance. "Is it alright if I come in?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 10:03 am
Kiefer waited patiently for his friend to come back. He couldn't stop looking at the beautiful baskets. He had never been the type to melt over the sight of foals or anything. But he didn't know this odd feeling. He had never even met them, but they were his. His. And there was no better, or comparable, feeling in this world.
Soon enough, Journey was back.
"Yea. Of course" he said, a bit happy to have her back. He knew he wasn't as good at warming them as she was, lacking the wings. But he was doing his best, and they were certainly fine.
"Journey...I'm...sorry again" he said, finally ready to talk more. The thought of being back had finally set in, and the shock had worn off. "I honestly....if I could take anything in the world back...it wouldn't even be the...action that created these foals, because I think they are about the best thing that has ever happened to me. But...it would be leaving you there on your own" he said, his voice slow and steady.
"And I'm just...so happy you will let me help with the foals. You could have...so...so easily said you never wanted to see my face again. And I couldn't possibly blame you. But this means the world to me" he said, for the second time in his adult life, almost crying.
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