07-30-2018, 07:52 PM
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
I have always had a soft spot for children.
I find myself in the doorway of their grotto just as the third child is arriving; and as his mother's look between themselves with a worry in their eyes as to just what they will do to care for all three at once during these first critical minutes, I step inside, tears adorning my high cheekbones.
I go to the middle child, the one with calm eyes and a beaming smile that leaves my stomach flipped. He is the same colour, the same disposition, the same: he is Rhaego reborn, my father in a new life's body. Chuckling airily in the fragile bones of my chest, I lean down, beginning to groom his wet, shaking hide.
"They are so beautiful," I murmur, glancing first to Solace, and then for a more prolonged period, to Kagerus. "Thank you, for honouring my father's memory."
I love you, my grandchildren; I love you so.