Mother Like No Other

The soft voice of her son’s feline friend reached her ears, and Surreal turned to look at Cinder. Regulus spoke soon after, and she listened to the young male. Siblings, that were also cousins. That was what they would be, if she gave the word for Falk to give this gift. True, maybe Athena would manage to find another half-brother to donate the seed to Amalia by the time Surreal was ready to concede and share her mate with another woman. Would she be able to look Falk in the face if she said yes? Would she ever be comfortable enough around him again to couple with him to assure their next litter? She wanted more children, of course, even if she was considering not having a litter this year. Finally, she blew out a long breath and sat up. An alpha must set aside her own selfish feelings for the better of those in her family and pack, and though Amalia and Athena weren’t part of the pack she intended to raise, they were family. Both of them.

"Más rud é nach bhfuil siad le fáil aon duine eile ag an am labhairt mé leo nó d'athair, ansin beidh mé a thabhairt mo thoiliú." She said, forcing the reluctance away from her tones. Then she looked at her son shrewdly. Her suspicions had been confirmed by the vein of confusion she’d seen in his eyes as to why she was so upset about all of this. He had missed a vital chunk of his birds and bees lesson. She just hoped Zuriel and Faite hadn’t missed anything. Regulus might be capable of leaving children behind in the wake of an adolescent’s first fumblings, but they could be saddled with children, and considering the size of some of the males in the land, those children could easily be the death of them if something went wrong in a birthing. Surreal herself could easily have lost her life with Regulus had her mother not been there to help.

"I mo thuairimse, ní mór dúinn a chaitheamh ar na héin agus na beacha, Regulus. Agus an uair seo, ní féileacáin, ceart?" She said, opting for a sternly joking expression. She was ready to shift to a slightly different subject, now that she had come to a decision. Or at least half of one. It wasn’t a decision she could wholeheartedly say overjoyed her. But it was a decision, and it helped to assuage some of the confusion, even if it didn’t help the pain in her heart. Time would heal that, right?

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think