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 Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 10:33 am
"Eh?" she repeated, eyeing her partner and friend. "Don't sound so nervous! Just think of it this way... these are our first, right? So we'll be expected to make mistakes. Maybe they'll hate us for the rest of their lives, but we'll know better, and next time we'll DO better!"
What she said sank in and she blinked. Ah. That didn't sound at all reassuring, did it? She tried again. "Not that we're GOING to mess up, just that it's not as big a deal if we do, right? I'll bet you're gonna be an awesome dad. I wouldn't have wished for them if I didn't think that. But if you keep stressing about every little thing... eh... you wouldn't be you, would you?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 1:02 pm
"You're nervous too," Pavlov said quietly. "Aren't you?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 1:22 pm
It was on the tip of her tongue to deny any such thing. Zahvah never got nervous! She picked fights with soq who dared to accuse her of such things! But this was Pavlov. Nervous, shaky Pavlov. She knew he wasn’t accusing her of anything, nor was he trying to insult her or pick a fight with her. The idea of raising two children scared him as much as his visions, though probably in a very different way. A more real way, in Zahavah’s opinion. So… she hesitated in answering, wondering if he needed the reassurance that he wasn’t alone, or if he wanted a reminder that she was, quite bluntly, awesome.
“A little,” she finally lied, hoping that she was making the right choice. For all that she believed he needed to face his fears head on, sometimes not being alone was even more important.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 1:53 pm
"That...actually makes me feel a little better," Pavlov said sighing with relief. If this made Zah nervous than it made his near terror state seem almost...sane.
Grimm on the other hand wasn't nervous and wasn't concerned about the baskets or the little creatures inside of them. He was certain they would be just fine even with their crazy parents.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 2:05 pm
"Does it?" she smiled, feeling rather proud of herself. She had chosen correctly. "Good!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 2:12 pm
"Sooooo..." Pavlov crouched down to get eye level with the baskets. "When do they come out?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 2:19 pm
"I... dunno," she admitted, eyeing the baskets thoughtfully. "A couple weeks, I think."
The little orange basket wiggled ominously.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 3:09 pm
Days past with Pavlov and Zahavah staying close to the two little baskets that had appeared near their resting place. While from time to time they appeared to move a bit, Pavlov was growing concerned by the fact that nothing had emerged from the baskets. Grimm and Zah didn't seem to worry much, but true to his nature, Pavlov was fretting over the little baskets. Until that one morning when he was sleeping...
Pavlov was drifting in that area between awareness and dreamland where sometimes it's difficult to know what's real and what's not real. It was in this realm that he heard a small voice calling...
"Papa?"
Pavlov opened up one eye slowly and saw two glowing, luminous orbs staring down at him. "Gah!" he yelped leaping backwards. It took him a moment to realize it but a tiny face was staring into his, from behind it there was a fluffy talk waving back and forth excitedly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 4:43 pm
Still half in her basket, the orange little foal peered curiously at the large black creature that had yelped. She smothered a giggle and half hid her face behind her eye covered tail.
"What? What is it?" Zahavah woke instantly, coming to battle readiness at his cry.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 5:19 pm
"Um," Pavlov stared back and for the between the two tiny forms. "Zah, I think we have company..."
"Mama?" The little foal turned towards the other new voice. She grinned looking between the pair. They were different to see, very different from the inside of her basket that she was so used to. But they were good, that much she could sense. She beamed to see the similarities between her and the pair. Her dark coat was clearly of the stallion who'd fallen back and her lighter pattern was of the nearby mare.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:17 pm
"They popped!" Zahavah squealed, happily, nuzzeling the darker of the two. The one who had scared her papa so badly. They were so cute!
The orange foal meeped once as she tried to struggle her way out of her basket. A few minutes younger than her sister, the little filly still hadn’t quite mastered her limbs just yet. Rather than managing to roll out of the basket, she ended up fumbling and on her back with her four, thin legs kicking straight up in the air. She meeped again, this time in distress as she tried to find footing, quite literally, in thin air.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:23 pm
The dark foal's attention was split between her mother who she gladly nuzzled in return and her sister stumbling on the ground. She made her way over to the foal on her own shaky legs and touched her nose to the other's snout.
After regaining his composure, Pavlov shadowed the goal and moved towards the fallen filly leaning down to nuzzle her and help her back to her feet. "Easy there," he said softly. "You won't get anywhere rolling around like a little turtle."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:32 pm
The orange girl stopped her flailing when her sister touched her muzzle. She grinned at her sister then giggled when her father spoke to her. Curling her feet against her body, she tried rolling one more time, wondering what a turtle was. Once she had her legs under her, she tried to stand again. And once again, she tangled her hooves up and fell, half landing on her sister with yet another giggle. With Papa so close and Mama within sight, she wasn’t so worried anymore. Though she was getting a bit miffed at the basket that had held her captive for so long.
Zahavah moved closer to watch her younger daughter try to free herself. "Should we help her?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:37 pm
The filly laughed as she fell to the ground. This was a fun game! She wiggled and inched her way carefully out from beneath her sister and folded her legs beneath her stomach as she watched the others in the glen. Her attention was captured by a small dark creature with a bright pink nose that bounded up and had begun sniffing her all over.
"Give her a moment," Pavlov said softly, watching both girls with rapt attention. "Let her try, if she needs it, then we'll help her."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:48 pm
Zahavah nodded, keeping an eye on Grimm and the black girl. "They need names," she decided.
The orange girl huffed when her sister squirmed free. And then she noticed the black creature as well and she crooned curiously, trying to get closer to it… only to trip over the edge of the basket as she finally tumbled free.
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