He is the last of them —
The weakest and the worst, and that doesn’t bother him. He was too much like their dearest uncle, forever off and wandering. Unable to muster a care for politics, passions, and the like. Compared to them, he’d had but one sweet childhood love and nothing else. No secrets to keep or share, no dances with death - oh, he’d felt them both go, farther and farther from him, into places he couldn’t or simply refused to follow.
So why now, then?
Why come back now when the candles of their existence flicker hot and bright inside him again?
Sviko has no answer to this, just a burning need to at least confirm with his eyes and his nose what he feels to be true in his heart - they’re back, alive, whatever. Will and Rhae are in reach again, and that was the compulsion that made him gallop and run until his lungs screamed for air and his legs screamed for rest. He did just the bare minimum of either, breathing and resting for the shortest spans of time because he felt that time was of the essence.
If asked, he could never explain that except perhaps to say that he’d been astray for too long and needed something that only the other two halves of himself could provide. Some bond that needs restrengthening through as many of the five senses as possible, and even then, there are some things that just exceed all sense. But the reemergence of two of the beloved triplets, as he rounded out the third, was enough to give him a hunger that he identified as hope, love, and happiness.
He skidded down paths familiar and worn, but did not make for the mountainous stronghold of Hyaline or the shores of Silver Cove. Those were the places of their mothers and their birth but none of them had even been much to the triplets. Each of them had called somewhere else home, but he knew they liked to frequent the lands around the volcano and so, he entered that acrid smoky territory and began to emit beams of blue light from his forehead.
It was a signal to call his siblings back to him.
@[Warlight] @[Rhaegor] reunion! ❤️