He was maybe not a nice brother today. He'd heard things in his head that needed investigation without Kylin around so he'd distracted her with a game of hide-and-seek and just.. well. Left when she wasn't looking. But there were just some things little girls shouldn't be privy to. He'd make it up to her though. Maybe she'd just think he had the best hiding spot. He was sometimes good at finding them, so it was believable. Probably.
But anyway, he wandered off, crept in closer as Mother finally stalked off, so stiff and heart-achy. Her thoughts were so loud, but he had to admit some of them were so beautiful. All wrong, but still lovely, sweet things. It didn't mean Father didn't like her. He wished he could speak into her mind and tell her that, tell her just how attractive and desirable daddy thought her. But he'd learned that was a bad thing. Mother's thoughts hurt her, sharing more would only hurt worse maybe. So he never talked to her that way. Only when she was deep asleep when he could sing to her and ease her nightmares. She had so many of those still.
She was gone now, though. Probably walking off to find Reilly.
Father? he whispered from his mind, as if afraid Mother might still hear somehow. His father didn't look so happy anymore, and it worried him.
Hey there, he heard in response, the very same magically wonderful voice he'd heard in Mother's head so long ago. His eyes lit up instantly. It was really him! Oh gosh, this was so great! He'd obviously have to stay, wouldn't he? He would love them when he saw them, Kharon was sure of it. They were so very beautiful, just like him! Father described himself, shiny and metal and purple, and he tippy-toed out of his hiding spot with his head ducked, a little embarrassed for spying on him.
"I know," he whispered with another glance in the direction momma had left, then brought a carefully winning smile to this glorious man that was his father. "I can see you in her head sometimes." A lot, maybe, but he didn't think he should say that part with how Mother had left things so sad here.
"There's two of us, you know. Just like you, but not so shiny. Twins. Mother says that twins run in her family, she used to have one too. Well, she didn't say it but, you know, I heard her. Kylin can't do it though, only me. I think maybe it's a bad thing though, because it always seems to hurt Mother." He winced, afraid he'd said too much. Ugh, he shouldn't have said so much, but he was just so excited to see him! So he tried to hold himself quiet a moment, settling little purple-marbled wings at his side. Oh!
"Kylin doesn't have wings either, but she sure loves to run on the water. Right on top of it! Can you do any of those too?" He obviously didn't have wings, unless he could hide them. He sort of spoke to Kharon's mind though? Except maybe that was just Kharon listening so hard. He hoped Father could do it on his own too --oh. Maybe not. It wouldn't be very good to see Mother's thoughts, he supposed. Sometimes they were quite dark, like the name she'd given him. The Ferryman. Plus the heart-achy things.
