10-23-2018, 01:58 PM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
Well, no.
He wants to say it, but the snarky comment gets stuck in his throat because his sister doesn't need it, and honestly he doesn't care is his mother thinks the worst of him at the moment - truth is he never really clicked with his sisters perhaps. Or more that, Sarkis and Wrynn clicked with the Amazons more than he. He'd been away from the three of them, half the time, or more. Sarkis had not always been around, either, did not often have time for an annoying little brat of a baby brother that immaturely would tease his twin sister endlessly (maybe she just never wanted to be on his list of targets). He wonders now if his mother noticed - doesn't matter.
When his mother does start calling out, he sidesteps to let her through, the frown not fully gone from his face as he studies the unfamiliar familiar mare. His mother clears it up right away - like Heartfire, she seems to know all the things, ever. Like how exactly her children look like. Or all the names of their relatives. Like they don't have anything better to do at all.
Hmm, maybe they don't. With that insight, he lifts his face with a crooked, almost knowing smile, and shakes his head at his mother slightly. Growing up in the same kingdom is one thing. Having a yearling sister who'd rather spend her time with his twin sister and ignore him because he was annoying - still is - is a whole different thing. Nevertheless, he doesn't interrupt the roan bay, instead looking at her more seriously when she speaks of the lack of memory. It seemed a nightmarish place, that she describes. Suddenly his thoughts are with Breckin and her loss of memory - perhaps she was in luck for not knowing of her past, because if it was as terrible as Sarkis just now described, well, he wouldn't wish that on anybody (anybody who is alive these days at least - he might have made the exception for that lavender idiot).
Sarkis is a cute sister. Like Wrynn was. He grins at her, then presses his lips together to hide the possibly-scary teeth, and he shrugs a little apologetically at her. She's already looking down to her legs, and he steps closer to talk to the both of them, and reaches out to touch the bay roan on her shoulder. "I don't either, but I know that's not the question to ask, especially if it was horrible." Looking at her slightly amused for a second, he nods to the cliffs above, the path their mother had come racing down. "The question is what are you gonna do with your future."
Better let go of what had been. There was a world welcoming her return, and the fact that Scorch was still here was pure luck, but if her legs were a metaphor of what she had been through, it'd be better to just catch her, and then set her free into the world. To begin anew.
Honestly, he sometimes wished he could do that so easily.
He wants to say it, but the snarky comment gets stuck in his throat because his sister doesn't need it, and honestly he doesn't care is his mother thinks the worst of him at the moment - truth is he never really clicked with his sisters perhaps. Or more that, Sarkis and Wrynn clicked with the Amazons more than he. He'd been away from the three of them, half the time, or more. Sarkis had not always been around, either, did not often have time for an annoying little brat of a baby brother that immaturely would tease his twin sister endlessly (maybe she just never wanted to be on his list of targets). He wonders now if his mother noticed - doesn't matter.
When his mother does start calling out, he sidesteps to let her through, the frown not fully gone from his face as he studies the unfamiliar familiar mare. His mother clears it up right away - like Heartfire, she seems to know all the things, ever. Like how exactly her children look like. Or all the names of their relatives. Like they don't have anything better to do at all.
Hmm, maybe they don't. With that insight, he lifts his face with a crooked, almost knowing smile, and shakes his head at his mother slightly. Growing up in the same kingdom is one thing. Having a yearling sister who'd rather spend her time with his twin sister and ignore him because he was annoying - still is - is a whole different thing. Nevertheless, he doesn't interrupt the roan bay, instead looking at her more seriously when she speaks of the lack of memory. It seemed a nightmarish place, that she describes. Suddenly his thoughts are with Breckin and her loss of memory - perhaps she was in luck for not knowing of her past, because if it was as terrible as Sarkis just now described, well, he wouldn't wish that on anybody (anybody who is alive these days at least - he might have made the exception for that lavender idiot).
Sarkis is a cute sister. Like Wrynn was. He grins at her, then presses his lips together to hide the possibly-scary teeth, and he shrugs a little apologetically at her. She's already looking down to her legs, and he steps closer to talk to the both of them, and reaches out to touch the bay roan on her shoulder. "I don't either, but I know that's not the question to ask, especially if it was horrible." Looking at her slightly amused for a second, he nods to the cliffs above, the path their mother had come racing down. "The question is what are you gonna do with your future."
Better let go of what had been. There was a world welcoming her return, and the fact that Scorch was still here was pure luck, but if her legs were a metaphor of what she had been through, it'd be better to just catch her, and then set her free into the world. To begin anew.
Honestly, he sometimes wished he could do that so easily.
@[Sarkis] @[Scorch]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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