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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 7:12 pm
Lovey just blinked and gathered up her “troupes.” The last couple hours had worn at her nerves til they were whipped and worn out. Not because the three little girls had been any worse than usual, but she knew they were almost there and wanted to take off running. She’d be there soon and be able to rest… or have a big old fight. Peachy keen. Would Biscuit surprised that she came to him? Some mares probably would never bother to tell the father of the children. Doing that to the children would make her childish herself.
The idea of three little ones having sunk in was rather obvious to Lovey just in the fact that he seemed to be standing up so much more straight. Her own eyes were lined a bit more than the last time she had met Biscuit and her features were going back down to the slimness that she had only just gained when Biscuit had appeared to her. These three girls were the best things that had ever happened to her.. She was just going to need a bit of.. Venting? Perhaps before happiness would be able to reign supreme.
Unless Biscuit did something to make her angry. Then he was her new chew toy.
He would probably adore them all.. And she would be able to sleep and be a happy mamma again. Just the worry that had been eating at her side was awful… Coming to a stop about fifteen feet away from Biscuit, Lovey simply smiled slightly, “This, my darlings, is a daddy.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 7:28 pm
Uhhhh...
Minutes turned into 'hours' as Biscuit flicked his gaze towards the midgets standing by the mare's side. There was really no denying that they were his given that one looked like an inverted version of him and the other had the colour of his pelt! It was unexpected to say the least but he had heard rumours in the Clearings that he had landed his mark.
...The fact that they were Lovey's really was an interesting matter.
Somewhat unable to grasp the situation, he pulled himself up from where he had been lying and unceremoniously sauntered towards the tiny girls. Every single one of them was female, and every single one of them seemed to have their own individual quirks - between the fidgeting, the sitting on the rump and the quiet acceptance.
"Mummy, Daddy is even bigger than you are!" Honey informed her mother with a gasp, turning between the pair in an over excitable manner to the point that she fell on her rump again.
Biscuit really wasn't entirely sure as to what to say in response to that.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 7:41 pm
This was totally worth it all…
Lovey blinked a bit and waited a moment while the stallion hauled himself up. The girls would probably be more than ready to put their two-cents in on their daddy by now and she’d have to wait til they all fell asleep to talk to Biscuit. Frankly, she wasn’t enough of a mother to take care of all three all the time. Something was going to have to be arranged on how things were to be done.. Oi.
Right now Lovey felt compelled to simply stay quiet.
Shaking her head and tossing the poofy mane back out of her eyes, she waited with quiet patience for what Biscuit had to say.. Which was interrupted by the clumsy little Honey.. Biscuit might as well know that she needed a name for sure and for certain, “Yes darlin’ Most daddies are bigger than the mommas.. But not always.” She sighed then lipped at the filly’s ears.
“Biscuit.. Let me introduce you to your daughters. First we have CandiFloss, (who was busily digging at the ground and ignoring the talking) Next we have Fudge (who as usual - looked sweet) and finally we have…”
Here was the fun part… “This darlin’ doesn’t have a name yet, I decided that it wouldn’t be fair for you not to have any part of the naming process.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 7:51 pm
"Uhhh," Sounding as intelligent as a rock, the stallion was rather stumped at the prospect of having children at such a young age. That being said, there were risks in having rendezvous with mares and this was one of them - there were always consequences. Thus, he could only give a shake of his head, the curls in his mane bouncing ever so slightly in the process.
The more he looked at them, the less 'horrified' he was. Rather, the more he watched the trio he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. They looked absolutely fantastic if he didn't say so himself and as if to emphasise his own pride in their appearance, his chest seemed to buff out just a little.
So they were his...?
As chance a meeting as Lovey and he might have had, they looked absolutely stunning.
Taking the opportunity to listen as Lovey introduced all but one, he then turned his gaze towards Honey who was staring at him in a rather unusual manner. It seemed to be a gaze between awe and an overwhelming urge to bombard him with questions (something he couldn't handle at this time in the morning). She had decided to let him name one, he hadn't even been there, he hadn't believed the rumours and yet this mare still had it in her to grant him that honour.
"Honey," He mused at last, glancing briefly at the stockings and the colours - she was his mirror image (almost), "Honeycomb."
"Mummy said I was, Honey!" The tiny baby announced, buffing her own chest out with pride as she stood up again and gave a shake of her rump, "What's honeycomb?"
"You." Biscuit replied softly, memorising the names of the duo nearby while he was at it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 8:02 pm
Okay.. He would say something else soon, right? The obnoxious young mare still had a streak of her old self in her and waiting around for something to happen wasn’t overly easy. But the shock of three month old-ish babies and their mother were probably a bad shock. After all, she and Biscuit hadn’t had a “long lasting” past.. Or anything even close to that.
When she thought about it, really they had had a tumble in the woods. It had turned out to be probably the most special thing that had ever happened to her, just… a rather odd way for her to become mature. Yes, the instant responsibility did a lot to make Lovey feel matronly all before even being five years old… well.. She was almost four?
Could he doubt he was the father?
That would just be an insult as to what sort of mare she was.. But some could argue it, maybe?
Lovey watched Biscuit with keen almost teary eyes. The name “Honey” had been etched into her mind since the birth and changing it would probably never happen. Would that undermine Biscuit? .. She wasn’t supposed to care, was she? So drawn up into her own worries that it took hearing “Honeycomb” for Lovey to realize that while Biscuit and her may not be two lovers and partners.. They did share some common thoughts. A smile spread her face and Lovey moved over to nudge at both Flossy and Fudge’s rumps. They needed to go and greet their daddy.
“Yes.. She has always been my little honey. Now if she gets into trouble I’ll be able to use her full name.” Ha.. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen.
Time for Biscuit to meet the other two more personally. Lovey nudged both of them forward and shot a look at Biscuit… would he take to them in the way of her Honey?
“Fudgie darling.. CandiFloss.. Don’t you want to say anything to daddy or give him a nuzzle hello?” She was doing the right thing, right?
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 9:23 pm
Fudge stared up at the big creature that had suddenly filled the "daddy" image. So this was a "daddy"? He didn't look like mama...at all. It was an odd thing, to meet a person who looked nothing like your mama or your siblings but you resembled them so much that the heritage was undenial. Huh, who would have guessed?
Her light tail flicked slightly and she wondered what she could possibly say to this big creature who hadn't really noticed them until mama had called out and who currently seemed to be bonding more with one of her sisters than his obviously close-colored child. Had Fudge been more moody, she might have been more hurt.
As it was, she accepted these things with the quiet grace of someone who lets everything pass by with a cheery wave and calmly stared up at him waiting for the big stallion to make the first move to her. If he did--that would be wonderful; if he didn't--she wouldn't be much worse for wear. She had a mama two sisters and that was good enough for her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 10:16 am
For CandiFloss, the whole meeting thing and getting to know a “daddy” was a bit weird. Did everybody have to travel for days upon days just to meet someone? Probably not, life was already kinda weird. Blinking her eyes, Flossy held back for once from talking. This was, after all, something that she couldn’t just fling herself into headlong without being sure of just what to say.
Her little sister Fudge didn’t seem to be thinking that going and talking was something overly important and because right now something didn’t feel right to her. Flossy went and stood beside Fudge just staring up at the stallion. He had spoken to Honey.. Who was now Honeycomb, what a neat name.. And now was it there turn to get attention? She hoped so, but like Fudge was thinking.. At least they had mamma.
The little creamy-brown tail of the filly wiggled back and forth encouragingly. She would love her daddy til the day she died.. Because that was the right thing to do and because he wasn’t mean.. yet. No, the only thing that held the little one’s tongue was the worry of what if he didn’t want her. I mean.. He hadn’t been even close to mamma when they had been born. Tiny cream ears pricked back and forth, much like their mother. Well?
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 3:17 pm
Well, they had appeared to be suitably more excitable before they had come to him. However now they simply gawked at him in a manner that seemed to indicate they viewed him as a complete stranger. He didn't blame them, he was a stranger after all but it was somewhat painful to have it presented to him in such a manner - the silence, was deafening.
So used to continual chatter (especially from foals) he was rather dumbstruck by the sudden shyness of Honey's sisters and could only go so far as to look briefly towards their mother and then back towards them. He couldn't exactly inform them he was shocked beyond words, completely unaware of how to be a father...it would cause them far too much distress and they just wouldn't understand.
...What would his aunt and uncle do?
Yei would squeal, he suspected that wouldn't do his image any good but he suspected that his uncle would do something much more appropriate. And so, flicking his gaze briefly to the side he released a soft sigh and leapt into the flames.
"Did you lose your tongues?" He enquired in a somewhat joking tone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 11:09 am
Lovey looked back at Biscuit while he looked over their two little ones with a sympathetic gaze. She had had months upon months with the three inside of her, the pain filled labor, the basket-time, and the past few days of traveling to get to know them. Sure, her brain had nearly exploded from making sure that none of them fell and got hurt or did something they shouldn’t, from listening, and from just trying to be good at what other mares seemed to find easy.
She was distracted when Flossy began her antic and nearly rolled her eyes. While, the little one tended to be very sweet and loving towards everybody and only had to be conjoled near the end of the day to stay from being petulant.. At this age she was very… literal? Also, her tongue was probably one of her most near and dear and sorely over-used friends the little one had. Shifting tiredly, the mare went over and nuzzled first at Fudge’s rump and then just nudged Flossy carefully.
The little one would probably topple over soon.
What to do with Fudge.. Probably the calmest and just generally sweet of the three, she didn’t seem to be too worried about talking, instead just chose to look up at Biscuit. “Come now dear.. Talk to your daddy.. I’m sure he won’t bite.” Her bright green eyes looked over the little one lovingly, in her mind Lovey couldn’t quite figure out how Fudge would grow up to be.. Outgoing? Shy? Calm? Bah.. Questions that wouldn’t be answered in a day.
And then her little Honey.. Well, the little one had been named by her daddy, and the two seemed to already have bonded. No, with that pair she had no fears at all… It seemed the bond had already been forged.
Lose her tongue? Oh no! Squealing slightly, the filly began to thaw to the stallion just because he distracted her. It wasn’t in her to be cold towards anybody or anything, she was just not wanting to mess up or make her new daddy mad. Stamping a foot, Flossy began to chase her tail around and around as-if in a panic about what she was doing. Oh, oh no!
Her little toasted-brown tail whipped up against her body as she spun and the spindle legs that had just started to get their coordination were wobbling. Still the little one managed to stay standing and spinning ‘round and ‘round. If she lost her tongue, she wouldn’t be able to talk! Nothing more horrible in the entire world was imaginable. Finally, the realization that panicking would do no good made it’s way into the sugary-silly girl’s head.
Why.. She would just simply have to check!
Her legs were all tangled together and it looked like she was balancing on a pole, Flossy gazed up at her daddy for a moment before sticking out her tongue, crossing her eyes to looks, and speaking in a rather.. Mangled way.
“No ifff yew look you thee my tongue.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 5:01 pm
Fudge looked back at her mama and gave her an odd look, one that tried to indicate, "This is my first meeting with my father, one who I have never seen before, and you want me to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary?" But she turned back to her father, took a moment to inhale and exhale a breath and then tilted her head to the side in curisoity, "Lose it? No, it's in here," She opened her mouth to show him just where it was before continuing, "Do I get a special name? I'm fine with the one mama gave me and you don't have to do anything special for me," A cheerful smile, "But it'd be nice to know if I did get a special name."
She tilted her head to the side in question and then simply looked about and searched for a nice place to lie down and rest. This little "trip" had been tiring for everyone, the least she could do was find a nice place for mama and Floss. Honey--Honeycomb had already been grouped with their father in her mind and because as far as she knew her father hadn't been traveling in search of mama, she wasn't particularly concerned with their welfare at the moment.
"Mama, would you like to go lie down? You must be tired from dealing with us all the time without much help. There's a spot over there that's good." She jerked her head toward the spot under a large tree. Maybe it had something good to eat too? Who knew?
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 7:13 pm
Clearly Fudge was going to harbour resentment for her father, even he could see that and it was with that in mind that his expression faltered. He was used to being disliked after meeting a person but to have one completely resent you before they had uttered so much as a word to you was a little bit more...painful? It was with Fudge's reaction to him that he was once again at a loss for words and shifted somewhat uncomfortably under the scrutiny of the tiny tots.
...Why had Lovey done this? Well he supposed it was his just desserts but she could have screamed at him herself, she didn't need to bring kids that didn't even like him.
And now she wanted a name?!
...Oh he could think of a few but none were appropriate for his daughter, even if he was relatively peeved off at the fates for giving him one that simply didn't like him. It wasn't as if Lovey had made any effort to tell him she was pregnant either.
Names, names, names.
It was amidst his own thoughts that he caught sight of the somewhat crazed Floss and afforded himself a bemused smile. While, he was pleased to see that someone had inherited the 'crazy' gene in his bloodline, even if Honey and Fudge appeared reasonably settled in comparison - she may have looked like her mother but there was definitely a part of her that was one of the Islagiatt!
"I think I'll call you, Crackers." He teased, his smile transforming into a grin as Flossy settled and stuck her tongue out. He stuck his own out in reply before turning his attention to the most difficult of the trio for him to handle.
Fudge.
"But you..." He released a sigh as his smile fell from his lips once more and he shook his head, "Are a Storm breaker..." He mused at last.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 2:14 pm
Lovey’s expression could be described quite simply. Shocked horror. Over the months of her pregnancy she’d been too fussy or cranky or just achey to make the trip to come see Biscuit. In all honesty, a stallion named Kale, had to be the one to tell her she was pregnant because Lovey had simply assumed she had gained weight… again. Her wide green eyes stared at the father of the three beautiful fillies and with all her heart she ached to make Fudge’s reaction different.
It would just take time.
Nodding firmly, she decided that if they chose to stay there then the family would get to be on better terms.. Playing and having fun together would make the girls and the parents bond together. With a determined look on her face, Lovey went back over to Fudge’s side and nuzzled at the little one, “You’ve got your own name too darlin’ and if you’re sleepy then we can lay down.” She knew for a fact that Flossy wouldn’t want to lay down, and her eyes searched out Honey.. Trying to see if she too was sleepy or content to be awake.
Storm-breaker, Honey, and Crackers. Oi.. They’d probably complain as adult about their nicknames save for Honeycomb.. “Flossy, Honey.. Do either of you want to lay down? Do you want to lay down with me or your daddy or…?” Crap.. Having too many choices served only to confuse her.
Crackers? She was crackers? Bwhaha, Utterly delightful!
… Now.. If only her stupid legs would do as they were told and unravel themselves.
The little one got so caught up in thinking about her nickname that she didn’t realize that her tongue was still hanging out and she was looking much like a big goofy dofus. Not that she cared over-much. Shaking the purple hank of hair that had already decided that it preferred to be in her face, Flossy figured out who she was going to answer first. Her mamma or her daddy? Oi.. Too many decisions to make. Why did her daddy have an accent anyway? Was she allowed to ask or was that not being “tactful” enough..?
“Okayso… You’re Biscuit an’ I’m Crackers an’ that’s Honey an’ that’s Storm-breaker.. An’ an’ an’.. Uh.. Whaddyah call mamma?” Her grammar was going to be needing a whole lot of work. She hadn’t picked up on her father’s speech patterns so much as she simply spoke too quickly and finishing words were for squares. Blinking she finally unraveled her legs and managed to settle.
“Heck no! WhyonearthwouldInap?” The indignation drug those words together although for bonus points the filly had gotten to finish all of them. Prancing up to Biscuit, oblivious to any tension she might have had, the filly lipped at his legs, “Do daddies like to play too?” Mamma would chase them around but sometimes she was too tired.. Her face began to move into a pout.. She’d probably cry if he didn’t want to play with her.. Was she a bad daughter if he didn’t want to?
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:33 pm
Fudge looked between her two parents in confusion. Neither of them looked very happy at her, had she done the dreaded "bad" thing her mama had warned them about being? She had just been asking questions and making a suggestion to her mama! She hadn't included her daddy in that because he was, quite frankly, a stranger to her and she hadn't had much of a lesson in treating strangers so she simply dismissed them from her pleasantries.
She looked at her father in utter confusion when he tried to tell her something. Storm-breaker? The way he had said it...hadn't sounded like a name, more like something she "was". Was she a strom-breaker? What was a storm? How could she break it? She turned to her mama, the simple confusion evident, "I don't understand," She said softly.
Mama and Daddy weren't happy with her, daddy was just confusing her with his strange words, mama wanted to know if she was sleepy when her suggestion had been for mama to get some rest. Why didn't anyone understand what she was saying?
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 1:00 pm
His aunt never told him children were so demanding! They held so many expectations and to refuse one in order to appease another would cause conflict. It was only now that he was beginning to fully appreciate the strong family he had come from, to put up with this they must have really, really loved him! Nevertheless, it was as Floss spoke to him again that he allowed his ears to swivel round slightly.
He had to think fast.
He had to appease Floss and answer Fudge within a few moments of one another or one would burst into tears and the other would resent him any more. Peachy - he made a mental note to inform Grencia he deserved a great deal more respect than most afforded.
"Alright, why don't we play hide and seek?" He offered at last to Floss and Honey, who had already scuttled towards her sister and was watching the exchange with mild interest. "I will count te one hundred, and then I'll come and find ye - last to be found wins." He explained, the small smile flicking onto his equine lips before he shifted his gaze back to Fudge.
"...And you dinnae understand what?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 2:27 pm
Flossy hated hide-and-go-seek. It always ended with her getting bored and then just losing concentration. Mamma had tried to explain that being good at that game meant one had patience and skill, she just figured it was a bunch of cocka-mamie who-ha. Buuut.. If her daddy liked the game she figured that it wouldn’t kill her to suck it up and please him with behaving for a little while. Perhaps if she hid far enough away she could play for awhile and be able to hear him sneaking up to find her. Yes, that was true skill.
Patience was for squares.
Lipping at Honey’s neck in an obnoxious way that only siblings could successfully pull off, she teased innocently, “You won’t be able to run far enough away without stumbling around!” Flossy wasn’t overly competitive, she just wanted to get that vaguely not-fun feeling to go away.
She hadn’t even touch her baby sister because she seemed to be upset with something and mamma would make it better. The little one had complete faith in that and was starting to think that her daddy would do the same.. But right now he was playing with her. The end! Stamping a hoof down, she punctuated her own thoughts and began to waggle her very orange tail around.
“Do we go hide yet?”
Oh lord almighty.
Lovey moved up beside Fudge and figured that the next few minutes probably wouldn’t be the smoothest ones. Once they had been here for a few days and played together everything would hopefully be all right. Okay, so she had already thought that once, but reinforcing the idea certainly wouldn’t do anybody any harm. Biscuit and Fudge perhaps ought to spend some time together and then the duo would accept each other easily? Until then she needed to make sure that her little one wasn’t hurting and knew for sure and certain that she hadn’t done a thing wrong.
Her mane fell over the side of Fudge almost wrapping her in a hug and lowered her neck to nuzzle and comfort. Hopefully the little one wouldn’t push her away that would probably be her biggest clue as to whether or not she was hurting. The soft brown filly had a scent that was familiar to Lovey as she was part of her but a certain… spike to it that altered? Hard to describe really and the downy brown fur that hadn’t lost it’s incredible silk fluffiness almost tickled her nose.
“I don’t need rest yet little one, although I probably will sleep soundly tonight. Thank you for asking, Love.”
Her green eyes flicked up to Biscuit and she decided to once again wait.. To see what her youngest would have to say.
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