[Oh no, this is going to be a big deal! Gosh, there's a reason Sleipnir never talks about his mom other than the fact of the matter that he never talks about him. Or when he does, it's always like OH YEAH THAT CHILD OF MINE CAN WE NOT MENTION HIM HE'S KIND OF...YEAAAAAH ANYWAY, MOVING ON.
My mother is not a horse.
The longest of sighs, two legs twitch while he gets comfortable beneath tiny little horn head's little body.
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My mother is not a horse.
The longest of sighs, two legs twitch while he gets comfortable beneath tiny little horn head's little body.
Or a female. He's a god, of fire and mischief.]