[M] Face the Music

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-28-2012, 11:03 AM

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OOC here.

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Angel sat in silence as the trader woman spoke, his ears flickered nervously, listening to conversations around him before revolving back to concentrate to Amy's words. As much as he wished not to here them. The tall, dark Spaniard frowned sternly. A month? That was insane. He was no where near prepared to tell his sister of the arrivals. Then again, maybe he could get away with not telling her. After all did the trader mutt not just say that her last two litters did not survive. Perhaps he would be fortunate to have them not survive and there fore he escaped telling Ana, and facing her childish wrath. He shook his head. No, he did not supposed that he could deal with any more death and he now found himself wishing for their survival. Though was far from ready to openly admit it. Especially to Amy. After all he was a fighter, an assassin, there just was not any room for children in his life. Angel supposed shipping them of to Ana would be the easy option. But who in their right mind would trust his sister with a living thing. Granted she'd done well with Maduixa, but the strawberry roan horse was a hardy, independent creature. Much akin to the wild horses he'd seen where ever he went. Of course the Criollo was more docile than those creatures too, though Angel supposed he had a fighters spirit too.

The dark coated Catalan male frowned. 'Pick one out?' he sneered, perfect white canines showing as his lip hitched up in furiousness. 'You speak of them as if they were some kind of prize foal?' Angel questioned, slamming his cup down, caring little if he was making a scene now. She was talking about his children. His mental comment made his mind stop whirring around. Perhaps he actually did care for them. Or maybe it was just pride in his bloodlines speaking. He knew she was a trader, her words, her actions, her demeanour, her everything practically shouted it. And to the mongrel woman it may have just seemed a passing comment, nothing to get upset over. But it was simply just careless words on her part. Though Angel would have no idea how those words, that comment, would save him and kill him all over again in just a handful of weeks into the future. His anger settled, the flames extinguished by Amy's quite sentence. 'I'm sorry' he said, sincerely. The Spaniard reached over to rest his hand upon her own as she reached for more rabbit. 'I am sure they will be fine' he comforted. After all, he had no reason to doubt his own genetics. He just didn't know if in the past her former partners had had bad genetics or if it had been her all along. Even the best bred lines had secrets they wished to keep under the wraps. Perhaps ones no one knew anything of until it was to late. Or ever.

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