Halfling teaser... · 10:02am Apr 14th, 2015
Only a brood mother or a queen could bestow love to other changelings.
The reasons had been lost to the mists of time, but there were stories. What history changelings did know of their origins was spun from myth. For generations, stories were passed by word of mouth from generation to generation, differing from family to family. Keeping history in any form of writing was taboo, save for the Religious caste, who maintained everything in hymns.
Still, the stallion could not help but stare at Prince Reign Cloud, having never had the opportunity to meet the young colt. Needless to say, having met Reign face to face, Yamir could not help but wonder just what it was that drew Maggie to the Halfling. Reign was quiet and polite. The brood were noticeably not. His father had dropped by earlier, while Yamir was still at work, passing his son over to the hooves of Wilda. A month, she told her husband.
Yamir didn’t mind the extra mouth to feed. With his occupation as a crystal miner coupled with his wife’s flower shop, there was money for a family double the size of the near four score nymphs buzzing about their home. If anything, the size of his family was prestige and the ability of the parents to provide for such a large number was the envy of the changeling community. Large changeling families were special, even if all the nymphs beneath the roof were not all related by blood. Brood mothers like Wilda could not help themselves but take in nymphs who, for whatever reason, could not be cared for by their natural parents.
The more nymphs there were, the happier the big mare became.
Having come home from work and finding a pale pony appearing to have changeling features...or was it a changeling with pony features?...was unexpected. Still, Wilda gushed and clucked and fretted over her new charge. The Prince Consort was having a cup of tea with Wilda when Yamir stepped over the threshold of the shop. After an hour chatting (nervously) with the very large and physically imposing unicorn, Yamir was assured (reluctantly) by his wife they were not keeping the prince (pointedly by Shining, who was nervously trying to squeeze an assurance from Wilda she had no intention of keeping his son).
Reign Cloud bore it all from across the table, his long suffering look mirrored by the adult male changeling, who wanted the meeting to be over and done with so he could have his supper.
Soon™
Iiiiinteresting.
There needs to be a Bulk Biceps emotion.
I see I'm not the only one here who plays Warthunder. If you tell me your username, I'll add you to my friends list... Soon™.