Scarlet could not keep her rump from wiggling in place as she waited for the tell tale signs of her son. Today was the day. At long last the children had emerged from their baskets. Today was the day she would spend time with her first gradnson. Scarlet could feel herself ready to explode with happiness. After the violent ripping apart her own family had undergone, she was eternally grateful that Sweetpea, her son, had found a wonderful mare and sire his own brood. Perhaps he never really had healed from that day. She could still see it in his eyes when he saw brothers rough housing in the fields. She could feel it in the way he spoke with stallions about their sons. There was always the regret that he'd said what he had, that he was acted the way he had. Perhaps... these children could be his second chance of sorts. Maybe the foals could be his redemption.
All sad thoughts for a day that did not deserve them. She was finally getting to see more than a wicker basket for her first grandchild. Today she would be spending hours with little Celandine, and no sad thoughts would mar this day. Since the previous night, as a matter of fact, she had been imagining all the things she would do with him. They would play all sorts of games. She would tell him the stories of the butterflies, the Angenis, and the flowers. They would have to play tag. That was still Scarlet's favorite game. With any luck it would be Celandine's as well. Again, her rump wiggled, almost taking her off the ground with it.
All sad thoughts for a day that did not deserve them. She was finally getting to see more than a wicker basket for her first grandchild. Today she would be spending hours with little Celandine, and no sad thoughts would mar this day. Since the previous night, as a matter of fact, she had been imagining all the things she would do with him. They would play all sorts of games. She would tell him the stories of the butterflies, the Angenis, and the flowers. They would have to play tag. That was still Scarlet's favorite game. With any luck it would be Celandine's as well. Again, her rump wiggled, almost taking her off the ground with it.
Sweetpea check down at his side for the uhmp-teenth time. He was always checking on his children. It was like they were all just dreams, and if he didn't keep watching them, they would blow away. It wasn't just the three of them either. He found himself watching Giada doing the most mundane tasks. Sometime he felt like he was just in the middle of a dream, and anything could wake him up without warning. He looked back up the length of the small mountain, already out of breath, having gotten used to the plains. Sure enough, stationed at the edge of the out cropping, like the loyal sentry from his childhood, his mother sat, waiting for the both of them.
