we built this city on broken glass

It was almost remarkable, truly, how quickly Nadya was beginning to find that balance and rhythm. She was hardly a champion rider in any sense and yet it seemed those simple mistakes were quickly rectified with each passing moment, though whether such a thing was testament to her animalistic form and its ability to balance or her own determined nature he hardly knew. A combination of both, perhaps. Frost's own form quickened that pace ever so slightly as he had suggested he would, that bouncing, bumping trot shifted into that far faster and yet far smoother canter. He could feel her body tense, her fingers tightening within his mane for those first few strides, Frost careful to keep that canter slow in turn and far less forward then he might have otherwise maneuvered himself with Alexander upon his back. Still, Nadya hardly slipped this time, her position far more secure. The stallion near impressed with her effort. Few beings, after all, were willing to try that canter on their first try. Then again, Nadya had always been determined woman in every sense of the word. That very trait one of the many Frost had found distinctly attractive about her.

His own words reached for her mind in those moments as they circled that arena, Frost seeking to distract her from the motion of those cantering movements, to have her relax even further into that action by simply drawing her mind elsewhere. Nadya's children one of the few topics so capable of shifting her attention from but any other idea. His girlfriend well and truly a mother in every sense of the word. Her fear over that riding seeming to shift near instantly to consider his own proposition over buying the children their first pony. One Nadya seemed reluctant to take up care for. Frost affording that very notion the softest of snorts. The icelandic man hardly choosing to point out the manner in which her form had relaxed all the more atop him with her mind so fixated elsewhere. Frost content to continue to take up that conversation all the same. After all, distraction or otherwise he was entirely serious in that suggestion that the children should learn to ride. The sooner the better. Children so often proving to pick up that skill far quicker than adults. Frost's mind reaching easily for her own once more as they completed another lap.

" It can stay at the riding stable in the park, my Vector works there and a friend of mine is a financial contributor to the place, we can probably board it for free if he has a word with them. As for the cleaning and feeding, the stable staff will do that but, once they are old enough, Micah and Izzy can learn to do it themselves. Children should have a pet, it will be good for them."

He was hardly their Father in any sense and yet he....cared for them. A part of the man simply desiring to give them those very childhood experiences he himself had been denied in every sense. Perhaps they would never be his children in the biological sense, yet, Frost had come to see them as his own all the same. Their very existence so prompting him to try and....do better, in some sense. A part of the man hardly inclined to have them grow up only to to be told by the rest of the Were community about his past indiscretions. Such thoughts, for now, were easily pushed aside all the same. Frost allowing that canter to return back to a trot and slowly back to a walk at Nadya's insistence she had done enough for today. His girlfriend likely to find herself bruised and sore come the morning and yet for now he hardly saw any need to mention those after effects of riding. Nadya slid easily from his back a moment later, Frost's large, feathered hooves shifting upon the earth to follow her towards the gate his clothes hung upon, that shift readily overcoming him, returning him to his human form as he reached for that very clothing- only for Nadya's sudden announcement to see him pause.

"You...desire for me to meet your parents?"

That look of near wary curiosity lingered upon his features then, Frost at least reaching for that shirt and pants only to begin to clothe himself once more. He had known Nadya had adoptive parents, she had spoken of them before and yet he had hardly considered she might hold any desire for him to meet them even if such a thing was, he knew, a normal part of that dating process. He had never met parents before. The idea of it prompting an....unease of sorts within himself and yet he hardly understood that touch of emotion. He did not fear meeting them, rather he found himself near....apprehensive of the idea. There was every chance they might very well disapprove of him, his features frowning slightly with the thought. How much did their opinion matter to Nadya herself? If they found reason to dislike him would that, in turn, afflict Nadya's own judgement even despite how long they had been together? His relationship with Nadya was his first true....relationship in any sense of the word. Frost unwilling to disrupt what they had managed to achieve even despite his own inexperience in that dating world.

He lent easily back against that fence then, his arms folded smoothly across his chest as that near snowy white hair fell over his eyes once more, the stallion contemplating that very situation presented before him. The man clearly....ill at ease with the idea and yet he supposed he should have expected that very suggestion at one point or another. Those thoughts of Iceland and that trip to come momentarily pushed aside by that far more pressing consideration of meeting parents. Parents, he knew, whom were predatory animals themselves. Frost glancing up toward Nadya once more.

"I will not say no, I will come with you to meet them, though I have some doubts over how well your family might embrace an equine. Do they know of us already? Have you spoken to them about me? My presence might be less....surprising if they already know of our relationship. Are they likely to disapprove of me?"

There was a hesitance, of sorts, within those last words, Frost rarely concerned in any sense for what any other being might be inclined to think of him. After all, others did not matter to him, their judgements did not afflict him and yet this time....they did. At least in some sense. Frost readily content to appease Nadya's desire for him to meet them and yet that wariness existed all the same. A part of the stallion oddly determined to be....good enough for the woman he loved.

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