01-04-2021, 10:58 PM
His mother has faded into the darkness of Nerine, still mourning the loss of her twin flame, and Ky imagines that he is only making her feel worse. She always seems so much sadder when he is around, and it only serves to make the young boy sad in turn. He wants his mother to be happy, but no matter what he tries it doesn’t seem to help. She doesn’t want him to leave - he cringes at the dragon’s sobs as he bounds away from their nest - but there’s nothing he can do for her anymore. He has obeyed her wishes since his birth, never straying far from Clarissa’s side, but he no longer feels the need to hide away.
The man who would have him killed if he were to ever learn of his existence is dead, after all. And from the stories that pass through the Nerinian trees, he was a fearsome beast; how Mother had ever loved the cruel dragon is a mystery to him. She is so gentle, so kind, but this Ghaul seems to be the thing of nightmares, at least to the young boy. Perhaps he had been sweet behind closed doors? Ky doesn’t know, and he’s glad that he will never have to find out. Clarissa had neither confirmed nor denied that Ghaul was his father, but Ky doesn’t think so. After all, both of them are dragons, and Ky is just… a goat.
Not that he would want to be a dragon by any means! He likes his nubby horns and Clarissa always coos over how handsome her son is - scales and wings and fearsome things would destroy that image, he thinks. He likes that he can bound up a sheer cliffside with little fear, even as Clarissa looks on fearfully the entire time. He would always joke that she would heal him if he were to fall, but he never falls.
It hurts him to leave his mother behind, but he has grown lonely in their quiet corner of Nerine. Cirilla is the only one he knows outside of Clarissa, and she had returned to her homeland some months ago to reunite with her other siblings. He wonders if she’s told them about Clarissa’s unknown son, squirreled away in another territory.
The darkness doesn’t bother him much as he stands at the edge of the cliffs in Nerine, grazing at the sparse grass that grows here. His golden markings glow softly in the unending night, and though he is even more alone than usual, he makes no move to seek someone out. It is not as dark here as it is in other lands - Clarissa had told him of the bonfire that Popinjay had ignited, and he can nearly see the flames in the distance if he were to look hard enough.
But for now, he is content to graze.
@[Yanhua] or anyone who wants to pop by and meet him!!
The man who would have him killed if he were to ever learn of his existence is dead, after all. And from the stories that pass through the Nerinian trees, he was a fearsome beast; how Mother had ever loved the cruel dragon is a mystery to him. She is so gentle, so kind, but this Ghaul seems to be the thing of nightmares, at least to the young boy. Perhaps he had been sweet behind closed doors? Ky doesn’t know, and he’s glad that he will never have to find out. Clarissa had neither confirmed nor denied that Ghaul was his father, but Ky doesn’t think so. After all, both of them are dragons, and Ky is just… a goat.
Not that he would want to be a dragon by any means! He likes his nubby horns and Clarissa always coos over how handsome her son is - scales and wings and fearsome things would destroy that image, he thinks. He likes that he can bound up a sheer cliffside with little fear, even as Clarissa looks on fearfully the entire time. He would always joke that she would heal him if he were to fall, but he never falls.
It hurts him to leave his mother behind, but he has grown lonely in their quiet corner of Nerine. Cirilla is the only one he knows outside of Clarissa, and she had returned to her homeland some months ago to reunite with her other siblings. He wonders if she’s told them about Clarissa’s unknown son, squirreled away in another territory.
The darkness doesn’t bother him much as he stands at the edge of the cliffs in Nerine, grazing at the sparse grass that grows here. His golden markings glow softly in the unending night, and though he is even more alone than usual, he makes no move to seek someone out. It is not as dark here as it is in other lands - Clarissa had told him of the bonfire that Popinjay had ignited, and he can nearly see the flames in the distance if he were to look hard enough.
But for now, he is content to graze.
@[Yanhua] or anyone who wants to pop by and meet him!!