04-24-2019, 07:01 AM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
It’s been a while, he thinks, though it’s not the storm that he refers to. But if one were to look closely, it would become apparent that the scaled roan stallion has been away mentally - even in his daily wanderings across the Isle, where no visitor dared to come last summer - none but one, who hadn’t stayed long enough for him to greet her. He’d found his yearling son’s tracks near the bear-and-horse ones, and had concluded she, like all visitors, had only briefed the cold Isle out of curiosity but hadn’t wanted to stay. In fact, nobody but the ice dragon himself seemed to really enjoy the place lately. It’s a good thing the Isle isn’t a kingdom, for it would not be able to host all it’s supposed members anyway. As it is, a territory, sometimes the silver bay roan could wonder if it wouldn’t just end up being a herd, but even for that, there are too little of his family remaining.
It’s those that have nowhere else to go that he welcomes here, it seems to him.
But with his mindless wandering has come some form of acceptance. Sure, he also misses the days in which he roamed the world himself. Starts to even miss the days in which several others had tried to lay claim on this island, because back then he’d had people around him to help claim the place. Not that he really needed it for himself, even though back then he did. Nowadays, he just relishes in the cold, and is sad about the loneliness the cold seems to bring.
He still has a family to care for though. Eurwen and Oisín might be in Nerine, Breckin having retreated as well - it starts to worry him, but he simply doesn’t know what to do about it either; he’s not that good with expressing his feelings, ironic as his explosive emotions may be - but Aodhán and Ilan are still here (the latter is, at least… fae know where the gold-spotted boy runs off to every other day).
They’re like him, and not. That’s a good thing, for the world probably can’t handle too much of him. In fact, with Chryseis, Ophanim, Naia and Thorgal around as well, it’s good that they all take enough after their mother to not be a constant burden on the world like he is (was?) himself. (Oh, if he knew what they were actually doing these days.)
But in Breckin’s absence, he becomes a single father as well as a leader, and it is as such that he beelines for the 6-month-old spotted boy soon as he sees him, nuzzles his head in greeting, and grins at the spark in his eyes. “You’re never gonna find this sight anywhere else.” he promises; it’s true that the Northern Lights combined with the lightning storm are unique for this place in the world, even if in other places, lightning is not uncommon.
And uniqueness, is something Leilan appreciates the most in everything and everyone - forever he’s tried to not be boring, even if perhaps some youths may think he is now.
It’s those that have nowhere else to go that he welcomes here, it seems to him.
But with his mindless wandering has come some form of acceptance. Sure, he also misses the days in which he roamed the world himself. Starts to even miss the days in which several others had tried to lay claim on this island, because back then he’d had people around him to help claim the place. Not that he really needed it for himself, even though back then he did. Nowadays, he just relishes in the cold, and is sad about the loneliness the cold seems to bring.
He still has a family to care for though. Eurwen and Oisín might be in Nerine, Breckin having retreated as well - it starts to worry him, but he simply doesn’t know what to do about it either; he’s not that good with expressing his feelings, ironic as his explosive emotions may be - but Aodhán and Ilan are still here (the latter is, at least… fae know where the gold-spotted boy runs off to every other day).
They’re like him, and not. That’s a good thing, for the world probably can’t handle too much of him. In fact, with Chryseis, Ophanim, Naia and Thorgal around as well, it’s good that they all take enough after their mother to not be a constant burden on the world like he is (was?) himself. (Oh, if he knew what they were actually doing these days.)
But in Breckin’s absence, he becomes a single father as well as a leader, and it is as such that he beelines for the 6-month-old spotted boy soon as he sees him, nuzzles his head in greeting, and grins at the spark in his eyes. “You’re never gonna find this sight anywhere else.” he promises; it’s true that the Northern Lights combined with the lightning storm are unique for this place in the world, even if in other places, lightning is not uncommon.
And uniqueness, is something Leilan appreciates the most in everything and everyone - forever he’s tried to not be boring, even if perhaps some youths may think he is now.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
So I finally replied, I’m sorry it took me so long
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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