She was just at odds as to what to do for him. The pain and disappointment was clear in his eyes, and the faint tears of loss, and she had no idea how to fix it. All she could do was to let him know that she was there for him. She would not press him to speak of it. When the time was right, he would, or he wouldn't. She was prepared for either choice of his..
He had lifted from that brace of furs, the baby cradled in his arms and walked towards the wagons, and she had followed. Turning, he had kissed the boy on the head, then had leaned to kiss her cheek as he handed him off, telling her that he needed time to think. All she could do is tell him gently that she would be here, if he had need of her.
Preparing the baby for bed, tears came to her eyes as she held him close, cooing to him. He was so beautiful, so innocent, so perfect, and had no idea of the storm that was swirling around him. And she would try to protect him from it, at all costs. Once he was asleep, she sat for a time just watching him, the pain in her heart so severe at times that it took her breath from her.
Stepping out to sit on the platform, she gazed up at the skies, her thoughts crushing in on her. She loved Tarra so much, the woman had always been a big part of her life since coming to these wagons. And she loved Ba'atar, a man that she found had great personal honor, and a capacity for love and life that probably all did not see in him as she did.
Ba'at was her mate, had become a father to her sons, and had shown her depths of love and compassion that no one knew about. She honored him, loved him, and would stand beside him always. Any that truly knew her, would know this is how it would be. And it hurt her deeply to see anyone show disdain and dishonor towards him. He was a warrior of the first wagons, who wore the scar of courage upon his cheeks, and for that, he deserved respect. And for her, it was not the place of any woman, no matter who she was, to show such for a scared warrior of the first wagons. It angered her, but first and foremost, it disappointed her. Perhaps that was what hurt her the most, the loss of respect for someone that she had cared for so much.
If there were those, that though to make her choose, the choice was made. She would stand by her mate. It was that simple.
When he had taken his time alone, he had walked up to the platform with the sleeping Tug in his arms, , said nothing but held his hand out to her. Taking it, she had smiled, stood and walked into the wagon with him. He had placed Tug into the furs, then went to gather Another One up from his bed and brought him to the furs too. She had lay there,watching him with the boys and how he caressed them, the love in his eyes clear. Why was it that others did not see this, or perhaps it was that they just did not choose to see it. And this is how they slept, as they did on many nights, with the boys between them, his arm stretched over them protectively. No, if there was a choice to be made, it had been made already.
He had lifted from that brace of furs, the baby cradled in his arms and walked towards the wagons, and she had followed. Turning, he had kissed the boy on the head, then had leaned to kiss her cheek as he handed him off, telling her that he needed time to think. All she could do is tell him gently that she would be here, if he had need of her.
Preparing the baby for bed, tears came to her eyes as she held him close, cooing to him. He was so beautiful, so innocent, so perfect, and had no idea of the storm that was swirling around him. And she would try to protect him from it, at all costs. Once he was asleep, she sat for a time just watching him, the pain in her heart so severe at times that it took her breath from her.
Stepping out to sit on the platform, she gazed up at the skies, her thoughts crushing in on her. She loved Tarra so much, the woman had always been a big part of her life since coming to these wagons. And she loved Ba'atar, a man that she found had great personal honor, and a capacity for love and life that probably all did not see in him as she did.
Ba'at was her mate, had become a father to her sons, and had shown her depths of love and compassion that no one knew about. She honored him, loved him, and would stand beside him always. Any that truly knew her, would know this is how it would be. And it hurt her deeply to see anyone show disdain and dishonor towards him. He was a warrior of the first wagons, who wore the scar of courage upon his cheeks, and for that, he deserved respect. And for her, it was not the place of any woman, no matter who she was, to show such for a scared warrior of the first wagons. It angered her, but first and foremost, it disappointed her. Perhaps that was what hurt her the most, the loss of respect for someone that she had cared for so much.
If there were those, that though to make her choose, the choice was made. She would stand by her mate. It was that simple.
When he had taken his time alone, he had walked up to the platform with the sleeping Tug in his arms, , said nothing but held his hand out to her. Taking it, she had smiled, stood and walked into the wagon with him. He had placed Tug into the furs, then went to gather Another One up from his bed and brought him to the furs too. She had lay there,watching him with the boys and how he caressed them, the love in his eyes clear. Why was it that others did not see this, or perhaps it was that they just did not choose to see it. And this is how they slept, as they did on many nights, with the boys between them, his arm stretched over them protectively. No, if there was a choice to be made, it had been made already.
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