04-09-2018, 09:18 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He is enthralled with her, and even more thrilled when the others begin to gather around them.
Belgaer is first, and Brennen is not surprised; his son has been hovering around his mother almost as often as Brennen, waiting anxiously for Galilee to give birth. It’s the first time he’s really been old enough to understand the dangers of childbirth, he supposes, and he’s been as worried about Galilee as excited for the new sibling. Mosrael is hot on her elder brother’s heels, and he admires the picture the three of them make – funny that both of the girls should look so much like their mother, while the boys are more varied.
He is in the process of greeting both of his resident children, a fond embrace for Bel and a quick touch for Mosrael who prefers less contact, when a noise from the underbrush startles him into stepping between his family and the woods, ears pricked in alert, nostrils flared, but they are downwind from the group and gone too quickly for him to identify – but since they have gone away from the group rather than towards, Brennen is thinking it was someone not thinking to stumble upon a mostly private gathering, rather than any threat.
Still he is considering going out to investigate (and indeed, maybe he will regret not doing so later) when the sound of wings brings his attention back to his immediate surroundings, and their other two sons join the group, landing in the clearing and going first to greet their siblings, Bel and Mos and then little Khaeli, before turning to their parents. Brennen touches Galilee’s shoulder again, feeling a deep satisfaction at having all of them here at once, enough to overshadow the lingering guilt that sometimes comes at the ways he has failed them.
He is quite sure that Mosrael thinks she has it the hardest, because she struggles with the idea that he can be proud of her despite the fact that she is a mare, and not as magically gifted as her full siblings – but it is Aemar and Raelyx that he truly did the poorest by, for the time they had been dropped off in the Tundra had been one of the times Brennen was mostly absent from his own life, and he had not been as present for their childhood as he wanted to – as he should have been. But the boys are a million times less sensitive about things than some of his other children – several of the girls he can name, in particular – and so they are easy with the family, easy even with him.
Brennen grins as Rae greets the baby and nods to them, returning Aemar’s quiet greeting. “It’s good to see you both,” he echoes, though it is with quiet pride and satisfaction in contrast to Galilee’s brighter joy. And of course there is Khaeli, and while the family was never missing a piece it is easy for it to expand to include another. Already she is an integral part of them, as she sprawls at their feet and falls asleep in the way of babies. “Welcome to Ischia,” he takes this moment to offer to Aemar and Raelyx. “It’s not the Tundra, but it’s become quite a nice home for us. How have your travels been?”
Belgaer is first, and Brennen is not surprised; his son has been hovering around his mother almost as often as Brennen, waiting anxiously for Galilee to give birth. It’s the first time he’s really been old enough to understand the dangers of childbirth, he supposes, and he’s been as worried about Galilee as excited for the new sibling. Mosrael is hot on her elder brother’s heels, and he admires the picture the three of them make – funny that both of the girls should look so much like their mother, while the boys are more varied.
He is in the process of greeting both of his resident children, a fond embrace for Bel and a quick touch for Mosrael who prefers less contact, when a noise from the underbrush startles him into stepping between his family and the woods, ears pricked in alert, nostrils flared, but they are downwind from the group and gone too quickly for him to identify – but since they have gone away from the group rather than towards, Brennen is thinking it was someone not thinking to stumble upon a mostly private gathering, rather than any threat.
Still he is considering going out to investigate (and indeed, maybe he will regret not doing so later) when the sound of wings brings his attention back to his immediate surroundings, and their other two sons join the group, landing in the clearing and going first to greet their siblings, Bel and Mos and then little Khaeli, before turning to their parents. Brennen touches Galilee’s shoulder again, feeling a deep satisfaction at having all of them here at once, enough to overshadow the lingering guilt that sometimes comes at the ways he has failed them.
He is quite sure that Mosrael thinks she has it the hardest, because she struggles with the idea that he can be proud of her despite the fact that she is a mare, and not as magically gifted as her full siblings – but it is Aemar and Raelyx that he truly did the poorest by, for the time they had been dropped off in the Tundra had been one of the times Brennen was mostly absent from his own life, and he had not been as present for their childhood as he wanted to – as he should have been. But the boys are a million times less sensitive about things than some of his other children – several of the girls he can name, in particular – and so they are easy with the family, easy even with him.
Brennen grins as Rae greets the baby and nods to them, returning Aemar’s quiet greeting. “It’s good to see you both,” he echoes, though it is with quiet pride and satisfaction in contrast to Galilee’s brighter joy. And of course there is Khaeli, and while the family was never missing a piece it is easy for it to expand to include another. Already she is an integral part of them, as she sprawls at their feet and falls asleep in the way of babies. “Welcome to Ischia,” he takes this moment to offer to Aemar and Raelyx. “It’s not the Tundra, but it’s become quite a nice home for us. How have your travels been?”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
ooc; I'm loving this but we only have to keep it up as long as you guys want to <3