SO RICH, SO PRETTY
They come. He knew that they would, yet he can't help but find himself feeling disappointed. There are so few remaining.
He looks them over, counting each, which doesn't take long. One, two, three, four, five. Six, with Kingpin, but he was still too young to wander far from Mother's side. What of the others? His hazel eyes dissect the appearance of Raelynx as he approaches. His younger brother was once an unremarkable black colt, now he stands before him looking unusual. Gross, but unusual-which is only slightly better. At the very least he had returned to the Cove, which counted for everything in Kirin's book.
Kult has the sense to turn away, the salted boy looking out over the sea. He had been ever present, a blight on the world, Kirin was proud to call him brother. Kersey was proving to be prized as well, she and Kult never straying far from each other's company. They had a delightful catch and kill game going, he would not keep them from it.
"Raelynx, brother, I am pleased to see you returned to your homelands." He does his best not to linger long on the boys form, it was rather unsightly. "Nicia my dear" He lilts to the golden girl, as Kersey approaches them both. "Our young sister Kersey, she holds an aptitude for taking things apart." He smiles warmly at this, he often enjoyed the show. "Mother made her at my request. Her father is a god of space, but she understands that Khaos is the one true God." She had learned very quickly, even to the point of spouting his praises.
"There is another still, with Mother Killgore, he is much too young to join us. He is called Kingpin, his father leads in Mourning Mountain." Not a speck of information spared. He would share all things with her and hold nothing back.