04-14-2017, 08:09 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
Every so often, he finds himself here. It’s not that he doesn’t have enough descendants of his own running around that he ends up looking after (because he does tend to accumulate them), but simply that he can’t stand the idea of any child going homeless. He was homeless, once. A child abandoned not even in the relative safety of the Den, but on the sands of the Beach; and no matter how old he gets, Brennen does not forget those first few weeks of his life. If he could have chosen one place to have disappeared when Beqanna changed, it would have been the Beach.
Instead, it was everything he held dear. His Tundra was gone, and his second home in the Dazzling Waterfalls. But he has made a life for himself in Nerine, finding home in a place he would have sworn would have been too much like the Beach, and now there is another opportunity. Another reason for him to be here, winging silently over the Den. When Amet had first come to him with the gift of the Lake, the request for his presence and his aid, Brennen’s heart had leaped at the thought of reestablishing his beloved Brotherhood; but as he lifted his eyes to his youngest daughter running in the surf with the sons of Queens, Brennen had made a different decision.
The Brotherhood was home when nothing else was, but perhaps it is better if it is nothing more now than a legend. If they cannot be great again – and the odds are not in their favor – Brennen will choose to leave a legacy in a different way. He can teach and guide and protect those who will be the future, and that will make him just as happy. It is what he has already done for many years, it will just make it official.
Soon after landing, he catches the sweet sound of voices, and meanders in their direction, a half-smile putting light in his eyes when he catches sight of them. The filly is not too young to be on her own, but she is certainly young; and she looks up at a light-colored mare who is also a stranger to him. But he has never been shy, so he comes a polite distance from them and waits for a pause in the conversation before speaking. “Hello,” he nods to the filly first, then the mare. “I’m Brennen, of Nerine and more recently the Lake.” And then he pauses, interested to hear the filly’s reply to the mare’s question. And wondering, always wondering, if he might convince her to come to the Lake instead of wherever the light-colored mare hails from. The other young people who have already begun to gather will need company.
Instead, it was everything he held dear. His Tundra was gone, and his second home in the Dazzling Waterfalls. But he has made a life for himself in Nerine, finding home in a place he would have sworn would have been too much like the Beach, and now there is another opportunity. Another reason for him to be here, winging silently over the Den. When Amet had first come to him with the gift of the Lake, the request for his presence and his aid, Brennen’s heart had leaped at the thought of reestablishing his beloved Brotherhood; but as he lifted his eyes to his youngest daughter running in the surf with the sons of Queens, Brennen had made a different decision.
The Brotherhood was home when nothing else was, but perhaps it is better if it is nothing more now than a legend. If they cannot be great again – and the odds are not in their favor – Brennen will choose to leave a legacy in a different way. He can teach and guide and protect those who will be the future, and that will make him just as happy. It is what he has already done for many years, it will just make it official.
Soon after landing, he catches the sweet sound of voices, and meanders in their direction, a half-smile putting light in his eyes when he catches sight of them. The filly is not too young to be on her own, but she is certainly young; and she looks up at a light-colored mare who is also a stranger to him. But he has never been shy, so he comes a polite distance from them and waits for a pause in the conversation before speaking. “Hello,” he nods to the filly first, then the mare. “I’m Brennen, of Nerine and more recently the Lake.” And then he pauses, interested to hear the filly’s reply to the mare’s question. And wondering, always wondering, if he might convince her to come to the Lake instead of wherever the light-colored mare hails from. The other young people who have already begun to gather will need company.
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