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[Stillwater]

Stillwater

Boy.
He called quietly to her son when he finally found him. By the water, of course, always by the water. Like his father. Where’s your mother today?
 
He didn’t expect an answer, not a clear one anyway. The boy either never really knew what his mother did or didn’t care to share it with him. Vague answers, as always. Like his mother.
Like his father, too, he supposed.

He stepped up to the water, peering down into the depths, dark hair falling over a dark face. He knew he could hear him. Ivar always heard him. Asking him where Djinni was had become almost routine, now. The same question, with the same answer. Like clockwork. So he was already nodding silently when Ivar breached the surface, already knowing the words that would come. The boy could be as unpredictable as his mother, as his father too, he supposed, but in this, it was always the same. Just as Stillwater would always ask the same. Just the same.
 
Tell me more about the places you’ve seen, then? The people you’ve met. He often wondered if one day Ivar just wouldn’t return home. Maybe he didn’t even like home anymore with all the adventures he’d had already. Some day, one of these other places would entice him to stay. Would Stillwater ever see him again after that? Another thought was always present in his mind as well: did Ivar know about his chain? But he would never ask. He never brought it up by choice, not to anyone.

Where's your favorite so far? he asked, lowering himself to lay in the shallows, water reaching halfway up his sides and across his chest. He always asked his son questions when he saw him. One day he probably wouldn't get the chance to know him anymore. May as well do as much as he could now. Each day could be the last day that he saw him.

he apparently felt like using old html again.. its been a while xD