Radar laughs. "Oh, yeah, she'll get all of 'em plus extras. Picking your own name's a big deal! Almost as big as gettin' born in the first place, you know? She's gotta celebrate after she does it."
The foal turns a curious eye on him. Grinning, Radar obliges with an affectionate scritch through her stubbly mane... then pauses, eyes wide.
"Yeah," she says, taking another long and deep breath. Breathe in the summer air, breathe out whatever distressed her earlier. "I think she is. I haven't had a mom before to compare it to, though...I feel it in the same way that I feel Sheo's my father. Just somewhere inside."
Somewhere she can't really doubt it. Mother was never a tainted word, after all - but still, she always approaches the thought with shyness, a little wonder.
"I'm still me, though. It doesn't make any of that any different."
Radar wonders what that must be like, never having a mom and then suddenly having one. Only he doesn't have to wonder, really; not when he can hear that in Fever's head, like the soft, uncertain purr of a barn cat. It's kinda incredible. It doesn't even matter that it's Mortanne who's her mom now, which normally would make Radar's jaw drop. It's just another new, beautiful thing to behold, like a foal taking its first steps.
"'Course you're still you." He smiles. "How come you wouldn't be?"
It's the feeling of watching that cat decide to trust people, and learning it really likes some scratches and gentle words and what a lap feels like. Trusting, and having that trust rewarded with affection, with care, with what you need to get your strength back up. It's only been a handful of months, but it feels like so much time, and no time at all.
"I don't know. But big changes always leave you wondering, don't they?"
When she puts it like that, it makes a whole lot of sense. Gently, Radar leans to bump his shoulder against hers. "But you're still you. Just a different you."
It's like how he thinks of Father Mulcahy all the time. His friend's so, so different from the person Radar used to know, after everything he's gone through... but he's still his friend.
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The foal turns a curious eye on him. Grinning, Radar obliges with an affectionate scritch through her stubbly mane... then pauses, eyes wide.
"Is Mortanne really your mom now?"
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Somewhere she can't really doubt it. Mother was never a tainted word, after all - but still, she always approaches the thought with shyness, a little wonder.
"I'm still me, though. It doesn't make any of that any different."
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"'Course you're still you." He smiles. "How come you wouldn't be?"
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"I don't know. But big changes always leave you wondering, don't they?"
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When she puts it like that, it makes a whole lot of sense. Gently, Radar leans to bump his shoulder against hers. "But you're still you. Just a different you."
It's like how he thinks of Father Mulcahy all the time. His friend's so, so different from the person Radar used to know, after everything he's gone through... but he's still his friend.