09-07-2017, 12:41 PM
ORION'S BELT
The ever growing child slows to a stop at his side. There was something on the boys mind he could see as clear as the stars in the dead of night. Rhysand speaks and his tone is dim. Brow raises in concentration as his son speaks. Once finished he turns his blue eyes to the sky once more. A silenced moment lingers as he is in thought. A nod of his large profile in acknowledgement of Rhysands question before he speaks, "We shall leave whenev'r ye feel ye are ready." Shifting his view to his son he continues, "Are ye ready to move on My Son?" His voice is nothing but inquisitive. If he felt he was ready we would move on...together.
Warrior by Day, Hunter by Night
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