Rodrik.

[Rodrik]

There is something around seeing and being with his family that changes him. He feels lighter. Every part of darkness scatters away from him, the light slowly but surely distinguishing the light. Rodrik finds humor quickly in his younger brother’s words. “Immortal now you say?” He looks over the old man, analyzing the way his body has found old age. The chestnut lets out a laugh when he finally gets a good look at Kavi. “You have to be kidding me!” Surely it was a joke, but he definitely could believe that Beqanna had a special way of humoring and playing tricks on them. “At least I will have you always then, brother,” he says with joy. He would not fear losing someone else that he loved. His own parents might have passed away ages ago, but he carries their death close to his heart. Kavi, as much as he had been an annoying brother when they both had been younger, is someone he could never give up. The red devil’s eyes are now onto the young boy. He already stands tall (something tells Rodrik he will one day be strong and a warrior perhaps, just like his father). There is pride in his eyes as he stares at the boy, but when he comes closer, Rodrik is surprised. Rhaegor’s touch is almost unfamiliar—the way a child will come and shows his respect. It has been long since he has felt something like this, something he once had felt for his own father. He accepts the kind gesture from his newly met nephew. In return, Rodrik lowers his muzzle to the boy’s, showing his own respect for him as well. He shares the gaze with Kavi for just a moment. Rodrik can see the tears filling his eyes. It almost sends tears filling his own eyes, but he looks away instead. It would not be the place or time for him to feel these emotions. It was only in those times of being alone that he allowed the turmoil to take him (even if they were rather unusual and rare). “You would have liked him, Rhaegor,” he says breaking his brief silence. Concealing his emotions with something else only made this easier for him, to keep himself distracted. But in a time like this, seeing the very image of his father in a younger version and Kavi, made things not so much simpler. Rodrik continues forward, a thought entering to his head. It could be possible, he thinks suddenly, Would it be enough though? The chestnut stallion looks at Kavi for a moment trying to confirm his own idea and thought. “What if we could see dad again, Kavi?” He asks softly. Would it kill them both to see their father once more? “I can make it happen.”

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