Please stay, for this fear will not die; Vanquish

[Noori]

Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear it will not die
Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vines

The thought of heralding a family reunion had once struck Noori as a grand idea, the thought of showing off in front of her countless siblings a very tempting one – until she thought of the siblings themselves. At this point, Noori could be walking by one of her own every day without even realizing it. Shahrizai and Wrynn had taught her as much (she hasn’t visited the meadow since, she’ll have you know).

And what of her own children? Well, the topic remains rather taboo. Mother Spring knows that Son Rain has made a happy – lonely – little nest up north will all the other fairies, and Daughter Ivy frequents the meadows, if her winged sources speak the truth. Of Son wolf, however, nothing comes: her spies find nary a hair of his hind end, leaving her all wrought and tormented inside.

Well, maybe some of the time.

And of the last one, the third boy, well, that one she truly does push from her mind. She’s done no better than Scorch, and Takei is living, abandoned proof of that.

She’s startled by her name on his tongue, or to be proper, she’s startled by his tongue at all. Gasping animatedly as the dragon swoops into the curve of her neck, Noori stares blindly for a moment before tilting her head and hugging the man for all he’s worth.

Releasing the king when she realizes that perhaps bark isn’t what you want digging into your neck, Noori steps back abashedly. It only lasts a moment. Lips splitting into an enormous grin, Noori’s hooves raise and fall into the sand, a happy little on-the-spot dance. A small squeal manages to break past her soundlessness, and when her feet stop dancing and her head finds itself beneath his neck for a change, words follow, too.

“No, it is I the gods are good to, papa.”
She feels almost like a girl again, beneath his vast shadow.
“Welcome back to Beqanna.”

noori

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