I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
In becoming a Father, Killdare found that he liked children. Most of them were not so bad, not so bad at all. Sure his own boys could be a bit, overwhelming at times. Especially with the garish names their Mother had chosen (how he hoped she would let him name the next one). On the whole though, the young ones did not bother him as much as he thought they might. He had been young once, they all had, and he remembered what that was like. It was not so far away afterall, and funny how one remembers those days like they were only yesterday. The body aged as time went on, the mind though, sometimes it seemed it would never catch up. As though it did not truly comprehend the passing of time until one thought about it, really stopped and thought about it. How old was he now? 6? 7? Was he really? When had that happened? It had gone by so quickly.
He offers the young smokey filly a charming smile, she is full of talk, of answers. She is not unlike his own children, readily returning speech as if it is nothing at all. Khaleesi? The word is foreign, thick in his mind and mouth. Oh, yes surprise indeed he thinks, finding the Queen’s words as she confirms the child’s answer. General, Queen, this one was not lacking for titles. Were all the women of this blessed land in some seat of power? He is introduced, his name and purpose here all explained within moments to the girl. She smelled…familiar he did not know why, he didn’t make a point to spend much time with Gryffen, lucky for the kid. It did irk him though, this scent, he hated not being able to place a smell. Especially one that tickled his memory the way this did, like he should know why he had smelled it before. Perhaps though it was just a mixture of scents, everything was clawing at the other here, it was pure madness for his nostrils.
“ It is nice to meet you dear.” He offers the girl, she hadn’t done anything to him, he could be nice. “What a great responsibilty for your Mother, and I’m sure you are her best helper?” Children liked to help, well, most of them do. He thought this one would be no different. “I know my boys like to help out, hardest workers I know.” He winked and wrinkled his nose, his tail swishing playfully behind him.
“Ah, well I am pleased you think so,” he turns his head nonchalant to look at Joscelin. “Say, speaking of how lucky I am, who am I bunking with? With you? We are going to have an awesome time together.” He nodded his head in certainty.