The Last Supper

Salvia Eternity · 03-06-2012, 12:32 PM

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Salvia yanked her hand away as Luna reached for and snapped at her. The surprising display of aggression brought a chuckle from behind her, and she glanced over at her father. He was closer to Horse’s stall, who was behaving in an equally foul manner. “They’re gonna drop soon,” he explained, something that Salvia could see well enough. The three mares, who had all had their neighbors moved this afternoon for fear of one or the other getting hurt, had been restless for days. It was the aggression that had begun this morning, when docile little Luna had given Itachi’s horse a savage bite on his neck. Luckily it had not been serious, but her behavior had surprised Salvia, who had gone to her father for advice.

Larkspur had explained that when Horse had foaled the dark colt that he had to separate her from the other animals, and the only sign that came after the aggression was the dropping of teats. None of the mares had done so yet, though he suggested that Salvia would need to rest at the barn to keep an eye on the animals. While she would have favored her own bed, the girl understood. She’d need to find TK and have her hunt for her during this time—ensuring the foals came to be without complication was a priority over herself.

They were finishing up when the call came. Larkspur drew to attention as he always did, dark ears rising and body stiffening. The signs of his aging were becoming apparent to Salvia, who could see further splashes of white, further aches in the way he favored one leg over the other. The bear’s scars on his right haunch had damaged his muscles deeply, something even a behemoth could not ignore. She worried for him, but it was not her place to question her father. She joined him quickly, and the pair made for the ruins.

Aside from Sirius and Eris, they were the first to arrive. This pleased Salvia greatly, and she took time to approach both her mother and the Boss and give the formal greeting. She lingered near Sirius briefly and mentioned the coming foals, and then took her place next to her father. The scent of horse clung to her savagely these days, but she was proud of it now—she had worked hard to rise to her father’s role.

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