[/html]You’ll make a good mother, too. Alder replied, not wishing to keep all of the positivity shined on him. He was certain that his words were true, watching how she cared so deeply for her horse made it obvious that she would indeed care for young as well. Alder had a general assumption that all beasts would care deeply for their offspring; to him he couldn’t imagine a creature that didn’t. Growing up in the loving environment that he had it was the only thing he understood and had experienced.
A couple years. Alder answered. He then went into detail of how he had come to the Court, how his mother had pushed from away and how at first he had thought that she had a distaste for him because of it. But it had not taken long at all for him to realize that she had known that was best for him, and if she had not given him a push from the nest he would never had been able to fly. He would not have all that he did, his ranking and job at the stables. He would never have learned to ride and met Hawthorn. His life would have been completely different.
…They spoke until the late hours of night and the early moments of dawn, laughing and sharing their pasts and hopes for the future.