She is standing upon the ledge as she always did when she hears a voice peculiarly familiar upon the crest of her ears. Tentatively he searches for her, his curiosity reaching her as she stood upon the wind-broken field of seagrass. Still, she doesn’t move. Smiling she pictures her face as she’d once saw it lost among the heavy foliage of the jungle. He had been her older brother at the time and, though their birth order still remained intact, she found herself in the rare position of being the elder.
Their time together had been short as he grew to maturity when she was still quite small, but the memories she did have of him filled her with warmth and love.
“Leilan,” she breaths his name onto the breeze knowing that he could use the sound of her voice as a guide to her place.
Nearby the sound of Drustan’s play filled her with warmth. Although only a couple of weeks old the colt had grown unusually keen in such a short time. He had a warrior’s spirit and, already, the horns upon his head protruded farther out. Often times their growth would give him a headache and she would lovingly lick the crest of his head until he slept. Fearful of losing him as she’d lost Reshi, she rarely allowed him to stray out of her line of hearing and he was quick to obey. Already he sensed that there was something different about his mother. She lacked for much, but Scorch was always willing to fill those blank spaces in his education. Likewise, Hestoni acted as the father that she could not provide him. And, now, it seemed he would gain an uncle.
VI
lights will guide you home
@[Drustan]