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 Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 5:09 pm
"Life is really an amazing thing, isn't it Luca-Chica? It all starts out so simple and straight-lined, then as we get older and start to live, things become more and more complex, ultimately taking on the metaphorical appearance of a spider's web, complicated and interconnected yet in their own way exceedingly simple."
His head tilted skywards, Guilian lay comfortable and relaxed on the ground, his head pillowed against Luca's side as the two lay in the thick leaves of the clearing. Once again, desire and interest had resulted in Guilian returning to Luca's side to enjoy her company, and once again that companionship had extended into something much more than a simple bit of physical interaction. Unlike with most other mares, with Luca Guilian could indulge his talkative side; also unlike most other mares, Luca was deeply connected to Guilian’s family life and was one that he actually felt comfortable discussing it with.
It probably helped that she was the mother of some of his children, but there was more to it, at that. Case in point, all the child issues he’d encountered lately involved his older children. And what issues they were!
“Being a parent is quite the complex thing, isn’t it?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 9:03 am
"Indeed it is, particularly when there are multiple children involved." She smiled archly at him, enjoying his warmth against her belly that held such precious cargo. She had been glad he'd sought her out just as she'd realized her condition. Somehow she felt that, despite the fact that he was not the father, he still shared in the joy of her foals. She was genuinely fond of Rasui, and loved his company, as well as his loving. But in her life it seemed like everything always circled back around to Guilian.
She curved her neck to nuzzle him affectionately. "So what has been on your mind, to make you so philisophical today?" She made an amused sound. He did tend to wax thoughtful after their intimate excursions, but she could sense that something was on his mind in this case, probably before he'd found her even. She was getting to know him well enough to sense his inner thoughts, to be able to gauge the unseen and unspoken. It pleased her rather than stifled her, as she had always thought it would. There was something wonderful about being that close to a stallion, to know him so well. A niggling thought insinuated itself into her mind... was she missing out on something?... but she flicked the thought away like a fly. There was no sense in wondering about what she didn't have and wouldn't have, now was there?
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:45 pm
"When am I not philosophical, Chica? My mind is, as ever, a beautiful example of the processes of logical thought and whimisical wanderings." However, Guilian was only joking, as his amused eyes decried as he shifted to better return Luca's nuzzle. He always felt so very relaxed with Luca...even if she DID give less credence to his charm than other mares meeting him for the first time. But there was a beauty all it's own in familiarity.
And speaking of familiarity...
Smiling over her question, Guilian ran a wing lightly over the curve of her hip, tracing the very slight beginnings of a baby bulge. It wasn't a novelty to him, nor was it something that he, so very familiar with Luca's body, could have missed; there was a degree of comfort in that thought as well. And so very relevant...
"Here we are, Chica, two perfectly admirable examples of Soquili. Both in our prime, both healthy, both virile...we live our lives on our own terms. But at the same time, those lives have so many far-reaching consequences, no? Even now, you bear small lives within you; meanwhile, not a terribly great distance away my three newest foals are learning to balance on four legs. And beyond that..my oldest daughter is a mother of three. I, my dear Luca, am a grandfather. Do I honestly look like a grandfather to you?"
Though he tried to sound aggreived, there wasn't so much as a whit of concern or nervousness in Guilian's face or tone as he looked at the mare; unlike his friend Ariston, Guilian had never been one to worry about age and youth as archrivals. Still, seeing his grandbaskets had been a moving experience...especially as shortly thereafter he had learned he himself was a new father. And now Luca was expecting, and if fate had any say in the matter his elder sons were soon-to-be fathers...how it all meshed together was a very strange thought.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 8:04 pm
Luca listened as he rambled on so thoughtfully. My, but children and life had grounded this wild bird! She smiled beautifully at him at the mention of her own foals, which were only now beginning to stir strongly within her. All too soon they'd be in their baskets, and Leon and Gemma would have some new siblings to fuss over. Both would doubtless be delighted.
"Goodness honey, you'd think you were bemoaning your age, you talk about babies and grandbabies with such mournfulness." Her eyes glittered with humor and teasing as she lightly nipped his ear. "Old indeed. Neither one of us looks old." She snorted a laugh. "And if we did? What of it, hmm?" She wiggled her body clsoer to his and leaned to breathe warmth into his recently bitten ear. "Would that really change anything?" Much meaning weighed heavy in her soft voice as she whispered it. She knew very well that nothing would change, not really. But all his talk of offspring did sound as if he was beginning to feel the weight of maturity on his bright wings.
She lipped at his crest gently and tugged at his mane, then moved on in the conversation. "So who is the mother of your newest rascals, Guilian? And what lucky stallion," said tongue-in-cheek, considering the mare's mother, "has sired your grandfoals?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 8:27 pm
"Now now, don't you go and accuse me of THAT, Luca; I might have to get cranky with you if you start thinking I'm like Ariston. After all, with age comes knowledge, maturity, understanding, experience...and as always, well-versed in the art of the philosophical rambling." Smiling, Guilian allowed himself to relax comfortably against Luca and put up with her 'abuses' with a fortitude that would impress any other stallion...or make them wildly jealous. Whichever.
But then, Luca was special, as the fact that they could be lying here and having this discusion with all of these particulars.
"The moral of the story is that everything is relative, Luca-chica, in the literal AND figurative sense. And nothing is ever going to change that, or us, as you should very well know, and I know you know and we can therefore ignore THAT fact." Worrrying about the effects of age were for the unblessed, thank you much. "As for the other...I have no idea who the father of Neve's foals are, as I never met him when I was there; I do know he's a grounded, though, and she seems pleased with him, so that's the important part. And before we talk more about me, what about you? Who's the fellow responsible for THIS?" Nosing affectionately at Luca's stomach, Guilian shot her a sly look; after all, they both oight to know who it COULDN'T be. "Anyone I know?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 8:40 pm
Luca loved how droll and confident Guilian really was. He was supremely serene in his life, and it tended to bolster her own sense of contentment. She nodded approval of his daughter being happy with her mate, and then chuckled low and soft at his question of who was the daddy of her new batch of foals. "I don't know if you know him or not, love. His name is Rasui, and he is very nearly as good a lover as you are." She gave him a sly smirk and arched her neck prettily. "He's very good company, and with his coat, we are likely to have some very good looking foals."
As if knowing their mother was speaking about them, the purple mare grunted as she recieved a double kick. "Spirited little ones, besides," she added in a mock-grumble. She continued with a chuckle. "He will be a good father, I think. He's been a gentle and attentive partner, to be sure." She sighed pleasantly and relaxed further, closing her eyes. "I do tire so easily when the foals grow large." But she suddenly snapped them open again and grinned at him. "Now don't be avoiding my own question. Even though I asked first, I answered your query. Now it is your turn, mister." She smiled warmly at him, not a whit threatened by him siring foals on another mare after doing so with her. That sort of thing just didn't matter to her. His happiness was what she cared about, and their enjoyment of each other. As long as nothing interfered with that, nothing troubled her between them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 2:13 pm
If Luca were any other mare, her comparison of Rasui's prowess to Guilian's could have been considered crass, indiscrete, or even insulting; as it was, it provoked a chuckle from Guilian, who wouldn't have been insulted even if he'd been judged the inferior companion. He'd never met this Rasui, but it was always nice to know that there were other considerate stallions about.
"Ah, so he has a complimentary coat, does he? Purple like yours, red like mine, silvery? You cannot be so cryptic and expect me to follow along, Luca-Chica...but I AM glad to hear you find him an enjoyable companion and expect him to be an attentive father. Foals need both their parents about in order to grow up well-rounded, after all." As he himself ought to know, though his own lifestyle was hardly exemplary in the eyes of most. His kids had grown up well, though, and that had to mean something.
Though he supposed there was that maternal influence to consider as well, which he acknowledged with a chuckle at her pointed comment on his own subject evasion. "Well, you know what they say about ladies first, Chica...but as you've oblidged, I can do the same."
As he spoke, Guilian nosed affectionately at Luca's stomach, the movement within not having gone unnoticed with his head resting right there. They had energey and spirit already, just like their older siblings; he hoped that Amary and Leon would delight in ALL of their newest siblings and be good role models...and now he was drifting again. "Her name is Vilinia, and she is a most delightful thing. Beautifully patterned in gray and white, with a lively wit and dry sense of humor; you would laugh if you knew just how many times she spurned me before all of this happened, Luca-Chica." He himself did, after all! "But we are both pleased with the children, and committed to bringing them up well."
And that was the best anyone could hope for, in his mind.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:28 pm
Shifting slightly, Guilian adopted a fond smile as he thought of his three new children; they were all so different, not only from each other, but from his older five. But at the same time, they were undeniably his, and he couldn't help but reflect on all eight with the true affection of a loving father, affection that shone forth in his soft-spoken words. "You would be delighted by them, Luca; they are just as adorable as one might imagine. Betina, the eldest, is a gorgeous rose-red color with a pink mane and tail, very much the girly-looking girl. But such spirit she has, and such energy! I'm actually very much reminded of Amarantine when she was younger, so that gives me hope that the two of them will get along."
"Roselia, the second, is such a beauty; she's got her mother's white with my red, and it is TRULY my red, bold and dramatic. Goes with her attitude, too; she's such a spunky thing. You'll have to see the two girls; their mother has a unique 'wing design' on her back, and both girls have the same design; it's the most extraordinary thing, almost as though they have actual wings."
And both of them, just like their mother, carried those fake wings with all the elegance of the real thing, which his appreciation for all things aesthetically pleasing found delightful. "Alouette, the youngest, is my boy; he looks like his mother in that he's gray and feather patterned, but has my wings and my mask. He's a great deal like his mother in temperament, a bit serious, a bit sardonic; much quieter than I...I actually think he'd get along fairly well with Leon. I don't mean to presume that much about our son, naturally, but there's just something about Louie that makes me think of Leon."
And speaking of Leon... "Have you heard from Leon lately, Chica? The last time I was out that way, I stopped by his clearing, but I couldn't find a trace of him, and Amary was no help at all in figuring out where he is." Not that he was worried; indeed, he'd always had a great deal of confidence in his children's abilities to keep themselves safe. It was just that he liked to know what was going on with his kids, at least in some form. "Has he decided to take up roving, or merely relocated?"
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