04-10-2018, 10:09 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
It’s easy to keep track of the twins at this stage in their lives; they live on an Island, after all, accessible only at the two daily points of low tide. Even Drax, who will one day be able to come and go as he pleases, is currently constricted to that same schedule since his wings are much too small to carry him such a distance yet. Because they are pretty much stuck here, he has pretty much let them run free. It’s good for children to have a sense of independence, while still being quite safe and sound. He knows that soon this won’t be the case; soon they will be old enough to be going places alone – but not for now.
So they are easy to find in the meadow, and he approaches on foot, ears tuned in to the sound of their voices ahead of him, and he is unsurprised to hear them racing and yelling to one another which brings him to laugh just a bit, because a little competition never hurt anyone and especially siblings, who are often each other’s fiercest adversaries even as they are also their strongest allies. He fully expects his youngest sons to grow to support each other as so many of his older children have.
Children, however, have a way of surprising you. Their voices rise suddenly, less brotherly competition and more real offense and he speeds up to break through the undergrowth and put eyes on the boys. He’s just in time to see both spurts of fire, and he gives a quiet but firm call intended to halt them in their tracks before things get too heated, and in the meantime long strides allow him to catch up to them, even if they didn’t stop. “It’s good to practice your talents, boys, but you need to be more careful of each other and any bystanders.”
The slight rebuke is delivered in gentle tones to cushion the landing of the words, and he seeks to further soften it by reaching to ruffle Dario’s mane and straighten some of Drax’s maturing feathers. “What are you up to today?”
So they are easy to find in the meadow, and he approaches on foot, ears tuned in to the sound of their voices ahead of him, and he is unsurprised to hear them racing and yelling to one another which brings him to laugh just a bit, because a little competition never hurt anyone and especially siblings, who are often each other’s fiercest adversaries even as they are also their strongest allies. He fully expects his youngest sons to grow to support each other as so many of his older children have.
Children, however, have a way of surprising you. Their voices rise suddenly, less brotherly competition and more real offense and he speeds up to break through the undergrowth and put eyes on the boys. He’s just in time to see both spurts of fire, and he gives a quiet but firm call intended to halt them in their tracks before things get too heated, and in the meantime long strides allow him to catch up to them, even if they didn’t stop. “It’s good to practice your talents, boys, but you need to be more careful of each other and any bystanders.”
The slight rebuke is delivered in gentle tones to cushion the landing of the words, and he seeks to further soften it by reaching to ruffle Dario’s mane and straighten some of Drax’s maturing feathers. “What are you up to today?”
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