Mother

4

You part the fur at the back of Roman's summoning the binding that constricted his magic, and you sense that it's been crumbling for quite a while now. It wavers as you try to break the link fearing that you'll hurt him if you push too much. His eyes seem to glow even more at the activation, and you try to identify the symbol or at least memorize it for your research. Why would someone do this to begin with though? What were he or she protecting him from? Being done for now, you ordered him to go get in the wash tub with the others, and you'll be there in a second to help bathe him. You would allow the boys to do it their selves, but it doesn't appear to work so well in anyone's favor. He just gives a little nod as he leaves you to attend to a humanoid dragon whose been waiting patiently. His leathery skin was a vibrant orange and his eyes an admirable crimson. He flaps his wings as he enters deeper into your home. You presented your options, and he takes his time studying them though his eyes occasionally looked over at you for how you presented yourself. He liked your hard exterior, and your natural straight to business only attitude. He finds himself picking up a sapphire noticing it to be a set of twins.

" How many children do you have?"

" I have twenty-four available. I also enchant your Astral form if you-."

" I meant how many live with you?"

His voice is deep and rich reminding you of chocolate. He leans back in his seat with as he places a bag of coin upon the oak surface.

" I have three boys."

" Well from I see, you're a good mother. It's an attractive aspect in a fair maiden such as yourself."

You just thank him for the compliment not wanting to dive into the complicated situation. He decides to choose the amythest children even though it was double the price, and you were too quick to have him exit your home. He follows understanding your intentions though he pauses in the doorway and tucks a strand of hair out of your face wanting to imprint you into his mind. He then grabs you by the chin bringing you in close as you know just can smell the liquor on his breath. You do like a demanding man, and he was handsome you guess. You have children though in the tub waiting that need to be put to bed soon, so you pull away asking him to come another night.

" Is that a promise my dear?"

" It is Gara."

He purrs deeply within his chest as he finally let you be. You almost wished you did have invited him in for the night to for intense pleasure, but it just wasn't a good time for you. You head to washtub it being presented in a room that was nearly too small for it. You grimaced at the water that laid upon in puddles on the floor, and the children settle themselves afraid of your possible anger. You ignored it this time and get to work the children in a tight squeeze. The three seemed to be enjoying this bonding time though it was really a hassle for you in your eyes. You didn't take a second longer than needed leaving the children to dry and dress themselves for you weren't their mother. They're fully capable to at least do that on their own. You prepared yourself for bed collapsing in it as soon as you could. You were magically drained to the point you were honestly thinking about taking a day off tomorrow. You would think the children would appreciate it to though... you have to remind yourself not to form any sort of motherly link with the Atlas, Roman, and Amartya. It should be seen more like a partnership. Just... not as harsh you suppose. You hear the boys enter and retreat to their corner bundling up for body heat. You lay there staring where they should be as you wonder what you got yourself into. You rub your stomach pressing lightly to feel what you compromise of wondering how many children you've given away. You lost count a long time ago slightly on purpose to forget these types of wondering thoughts.

" I can't sleep."

You were slowly grateful for interrupting your thinking process before you became too deep within them. Amartya shushes him, and you could see Roman's purple and green eyes open being a beacon for them all.

" Would you like a glass of water?"

" No... I just hate the dark."

You were sensing deja'vu remembering a similar moment with your own father, and you copied his action tapping the air in altering the Astral wall. Your hands were engulfed in a warmth as you allowed it to streak against the ceiling in a web of blues and purples. On top of that, you used the changeling blood that flowed strongly through you off your mother's side; its texture reminded you of pixie dust being every shade in the rainbow. Fae markings formed all over your body wishing they could somehow be translated for you. Both forms of magic swirled and warped contorting into a beautiful scene. You feel a vibration in your back unable to hold back your wings and causing you to sit up as they fluttered profusely. You had many sets passed down through your lineage and given by your father while you were still in your clear quarts. Speaking of that, you convinced the three to come closer, and cupping your hands together, a white magic conforms in your grasp. Then suddenly, it crystalizes perfectly into a heart though a bit rough around the edges. They cheered at this, and you find yourself actually smiling.