07-01-2020, 06:35 AM
l e p i s
I never thought it was a question of whether
He listens, little ears flickering with attention despite his young age, and I smile fondly. These are tales I would tell him a thousand times, stories of the adventures of our ancestor, history with lessons, parables for virtue. My children had all liked stories, and there is little doubt that I am one of – if not the – best storytellers. How could I not be, with my magic? Touches of danger to accompany the appearance of monsters, pride when listing our accomplishments, victory at the defeat of our enemies. Emotion adds depth to a tale, and each of mine are an endless well.
He yawns at my suggestion of sleep, but does not tuck in immediately. I watch his quiet contemplation with fond eyes, watching him puzzle through his decision. And it is his own decision – I had found that children do best when given such freedoms.
“Oh-kay”, I repeat, just as he had said it, but my smile is gentle as I follow a pace behind him to the bed he has made amongst the flowers. I am as tired as he, though in a different way, and though I wait for him to doze off first, I know I will not be far behind.
“Goodnight, sweet prince.” The words are gentle, not enough to wake him, much like the soft kiss I press to the curled nape of his neck. I add joy as well, very softly, and happiness, knowing that they will color his first dreams. “Sleep well. I love you.” And soon after, I too drift off while standing over him, and the moon and stars spin above us both, hazy with the dust of the Mountain.
@[Kestrell]
He yawns at my suggestion of sleep, but does not tuck in immediately. I watch his quiet contemplation with fond eyes, watching him puzzle through his decision. And it is his own decision – I had found that children do best when given such freedoms.
“Oh-kay”, I repeat, just as he had said it, but my smile is gentle as I follow a pace behind him to the bed he has made amongst the flowers. I am as tired as he, though in a different way, and though I wait for him to doze off first, I know I will not be far behind.
“Goodnight, sweet prince.” The words are gentle, not enough to wake him, much like the soft kiss I press to the curled nape of his neck. I add joy as well, very softly, and happiness, knowing that they will color his first dreams. “Sleep well. I love you.” And soon after, I too drift off while standing over him, and the moon and stars spin above us both, hazy with the dust of the Mountain.