we built this city on broken glass

He had hardly considered so far ahead as Nadya had when it came to that unborn child. After all, his knowledge of that very child had hardly existed until this very afternoon and yet that notion of names was perhaps more important then he had truly been inclined to think until Nadya herself saw fit to mention it. That his girlfriend might be willing to name that child in the Icelandic tradition was ...endearing. After all, his own language was notoriously difficult in both pronunciation and spelling, it was decidedly different from her own Spanish heritage and too those very naming traditions, in turn, could prove distinctly challenging for those outside of his own nationality. Yet, the more he considered that very principal, the more he found himself near pleased with the idea of a child named for his, and its, own heritage. A child he would see grow up as he had missed all the others. A child he might yet be given the chance to raise from the very beginning in a fashion even more so then Micah and Isabella. Frost, for the first time, inclined to consider the very.....emotions that so seemed to be connected to that unborn child. How unanticipated. His very query of that name seemed to prompt only that further agreement from Nadya that this was indeed something she desired even if a shorter name might be required for a time to assist Micah and Isabella in attempting to speak to their half sibling. Children, after all, so lacked the ability of the adult tongue to find those unusual syllables and yet, perhaps, a name could be found that represented both that Icelandic heritage and yet too might not force those from outside his culture to butcher that moniker with every utterance as they did his own.

"I like Reinar, for a boy. It can be shortened to Ren. It's meaning is.....difficult to explain in English...."

Frost paused if only briefly, his features frowning slightly in an effort to find those English words that best described the very meaning behind that name he had chosen. His own language so having several phrases for that meaning and yet English, once more, chose to prove difficult in its efforts to offer a suitable description. The stallion's gaze shifted readily back to his mate then.

"It means bravery in making judgements, being bold in choices, it is a name often given to leaders in my country but one that is not too difficult for those outside of it to say either."

His violet gaze lingered upon Nadya's own for several more moments. Frost near curious as to how she felt about that name. The equine inclined to think of several more if she disliked it entirely and yet the sound was nothing short of pleasing to himself. His attention shifted readily away from Nadya then and towards the children as they debated over just who would fetch the pony from its stall. Both children equally eager to show their Mother what they had learned. Frost, this time, so siding with Micah on that issue. Isabella, after all, so often took over those tasks. If Micah desired to lead today he saw little harm in letting the boy do as such. Isabella, instead, easily distracted with that task of fetching those brushes as Frost asked further after that appointment Nadya had mentioned. The notion of doctors or clinics near foreign to him in every fashion. Just what one did at this appointment prompting that frown to his features. If the child was not yet born what could the doctors hope to examine? Was not that pregnancy and birth simply ...natural? Did women require some sort of extensive assistance? Frost, for the first time, readily considering that notion that he was near...displeased with the idea of doctors interfering to terribly with his child and yet Nadya's safety was equally important. Frost so considering his girlfriends words then as she insisted those appointments were nothing but simple and merely allowed that child's growth to be measured in some fashion, along with its heartbeat and the knowledge of its gender.

"I would like to see it."

His curiosity, it seemed, was inclined to win out over his mistrust of those medical professionals. Frost determined to see for himself those very things Nadya mentioned. Even if the idea he might be permitted in that building at all was still something of a novelty for him. Isabella returned eagerly with those brushes then, both children hurrying to groom the ponies coat. Micah, in particular, seeming to take a great deal of pride in the animal's appearance. That very nod of approval he afforded the boy seeming to delight him entirely. Isabella so taking that moment to hold that comb out to Nadya then with the clear desire to have her Mother involved. A simper of amusement readily finding Frost's own features. Nadya and her relationship with those ponies having remained entirely...tenuous after that first ever lesson in which she had managed to pinch the animals skin and irritate it. Frost entirely content to allow that rare tease to enter his voice and encourage his mate to take up that brush. The very look he was afforded hardly missed. Nadya's efforts to free herself of that brushing task were nothing short of wasted at her daughters insistence. Both children seeming delighted to share that task with their Mother.

A soft chuckle rose easily within the depths of the stallions throat as Nadya moved almost cautiously to the ponies side, her hand resting agianst its flank to assure it of her position before she moved to lean toward that tail and attempt to comb the top of it. Both children inclined to stare toward her then with clear bafflement at how their Mother could so possibly get such a task wrong. Those glances Micah offered Frost and Nadya in turn hardly missed. The boy seeming to debate on whether or not to tell his Mother she was doing it wrong. Frost affording him that subtle nod. This, it seemed, was all it took for Micah to wander away from the ponies side and around behind it. The boy holding no fear of the animals hind legs, his hand resting upon it just as Frost had shown him to assure the pony knew just where he was. Micah reached easily to gather up the ponies long tail in his arms before bringing it around to the animals side where Nadya stood and holding it out to her, allowing the entirety of the ponies tail to be brushed without standing directly behind it. Micah insisting Nadya do it 'like this'.

"Yes Naja, like that."

That tease so readily found Frost's voice once more at the sight of Micah so confidently assuring his Mother of her incorrect tail brushing. Frost offering another nod toward Micah then for his efforts. That rarely offered praise seeing the boy beam once more as Nadya was all but handed that voluminous tail to sort out. Frost, this time, moving to offer his own assistance before Nadya found herself entirely overwhelmed as the children hurried to find that saddle and bridle.

"If our child is a born a horse I think I might enjoy watching you try to deal with his or her mane one day too."

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