A Moment to Spare
04-18-2013, 11:59 AM
Being a mother was hard work, that much Chrysanthe knew. She couldn't imagine carrying life within her just yet, but seeing how happy Erani was with her litter made her fear it a bit less. She loved her mate and these children and it made the beta proud to be able to claim a little piece of that family as her own. Although it would be a very big family! "Five?!" She was in shock, there had been three in her own litter, and a few in Soliel's, but she trusted Erani's judgement and felt that she was correct in her assumption of there being so many pups within her womb. "Incredible." Five little mouths to feed, five adorable little Valhallans to coddle and spoil and teach and train along the way. She was excited, regardless of the looming thoughts of being replaced. To her, it was a part of growing up. As others made lives and moved on with their own, she would need to become more independent. She would help those that she loved without bringing them down, and once Erani's litter was born she would do away with moments of weakness like this, where she broke down and spilled all of her problems onto the gentle white fae.
It was part of growing up. It was love and devotion, it was the way that the yearling had learned to think and act and grow.
They were her own thoughts, thoughts that she would never share with another because they were private and extremely personal - yet Erani seemed to be able to see the tip of the iceberg without Chrysanthe's notice. The yearling caught Erani's gaze, and nearly gasped at her words - she considered her one of her children, she and her siblings they were all hers. She considered herself their guardian, and although biologically they had no blood relations, spiritually she was their mother. She raised them, she loved them, each and every one with a strength that the young Adravendi could feel in her words. "I barely remember her, Guinevere. I wish I had known her, but I didn't know the pain of loosing her - because I have you. You're more of a mother to me than anyone could ever hope to be Erani." She smiled, her tail wagging softly behind her as she realized these were words that she had wanted, needed to hear from her guardian. "I would be honored to be a sister to them." They would be her siblings, she would watch them fiercely, love them and look out for them and watch them grow.
The girl paused for a single second before gently nuzzling the fae beside her. "And I've always been a daughter to you." There was no doubt about it. She was someone that she could always trust and speak with, someone that she would always stand up for, and would always stand up for her. She was as much a constant as Epiphron and Syrinx, always there and willing and loving. "Love you too." It felt funny saying it - she didn't say it often to her siblings, but it didn't mean the feeling wasn't there. Such sentiments were simply not needed between them. Their feelings for each other were fierce and simple and a universal constant to each of their own little worlds. It was such a soft statement, so sentimental and vulnerable - and she felt it stick to the corners of her mouth and tongue. Yet it warmed her heart as well, and made her smile in a way that wasn't too big, but she couldn't quite control.
"Talk like this."
It was part of growing up. It was love and devotion, it was the way that the yearling had learned to think and act and grow.
They were her own thoughts, thoughts that she would never share with another because they were private and extremely personal - yet Erani seemed to be able to see the tip of the iceberg without Chrysanthe's notice. The yearling caught Erani's gaze, and nearly gasped at her words - she considered her one of her children, she and her siblings they were all hers. She considered herself their guardian, and although biologically they had no blood relations, spiritually she was their mother. She raised them, she loved them, each and every one with a strength that the young Adravendi could feel in her words. "I barely remember her, Guinevere. I wish I had known her, but I didn't know the pain of loosing her - because I have you. You're more of a mother to me than anyone could ever hope to be Erani." She smiled, her tail wagging softly behind her as she realized these were words that she had wanted, needed to hear from her guardian. "I would be honored to be a sister to them." They would be her siblings, she would watch them fiercely, love them and look out for them and watch them grow.
The girl paused for a single second before gently nuzzling the fae beside her. "And I've always been a daughter to you." There was no doubt about it. She was someone that she could always trust and speak with, someone that she would always stand up for, and would always stand up for her. She was as much a constant as Epiphron and Syrinx, always there and willing and loving. "Love you too." It felt funny saying it - she didn't say it often to her siblings, but it didn't mean the feeling wasn't there. Such sentiments were simply not needed between them. Their feelings for each other were fierce and simple and a universal constant to each of their own little worlds. It was such a soft statement, so sentimental and vulnerable - and she felt it stick to the corners of her mouth and tongue. Yet it warmed her heart as well, and made her smile in a way that wasn't too big, but she couldn't quite control.
"Talk like this."