MÁNI
all my friends are heathens
The day was chilled and it reminded him of the time he had spent in Novus, back before he had simply followed Rannveig. While he had been loyal to Terrastella, his heart belonged to her, and he would not abandon her. The position of regent had been surrendered so easily, and he had trailed after her, had conceived a child with her in their time away from Terrastella. It had been breathtaking, raising a child, teaching her what they knew, and they had grown closer as only lovers would after a child was born between them.
He paid no attention to his surroundings (at least not like he should have), instead watching the rolling gray clouds that held their rains and snows within them, not yet ready to burst. No, they were still greedy things lingering above, and he sighed to himself as he lowered his violet gaze, only to stop when there was a flurry of hooves. That, at least, drew his attention.
Máni, for all his worth, didn't so much as flinch at the rumble on the ground, instead turning smoky encased eyes to the one that had come from seemingly nowhere. Had he really been that lost in his thoughts? His memories of a young filly frolicking in freshly fallen snow, her laughter shrill and bright. It seemed that becoming a father held that sentiment over him, and his heart belonged to two women now. His mate, and his daughter.
"Hello." The rumble of the North rolled through his words, deep like the earth and accented from the seas and the many clans that wove in and out of the winters. It was something like a family near a fire, enjoying a feast as they spoke of conquests and treasures.
He paid no attention to his surroundings (at least not like he should have), instead watching the rolling gray clouds that held their rains and snows within them, not yet ready to burst. No, they were still greedy things lingering above, and he sighed to himself as he lowered his violet gaze, only to stop when there was a flurry of hooves. That, at least, drew his attention.
Máni, for all his worth, didn't so much as flinch at the rumble on the ground, instead turning smoky encased eyes to the one that had come from seemingly nowhere. Had he really been that lost in his thoughts? His memories of a young filly frolicking in freshly fallen snow, her laughter shrill and bright. It seemed that becoming a father held that sentiment over him, and his heart belonged to two women now. His mate, and his daughter.
"Hello." The rumble of the North rolled through his words, deep like the earth and accented from the seas and the many clans that wove in and out of the winters. It was something like a family near a fire, enjoying a feast as they spoke of conquests and treasures.
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