08-19-2016, 02:58 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
Quiet. That is often what the Dale is known for. Without the loud voices of a busy kingdom Tiphon can better hear the songs of the birds, the whispers of the wind, and the gurgling of the stream. There is a peacefulness found here that resides nowhere else, but it can also be perceived as a weakness, a fault of the kingdom. Their allies look down on them from raised noses and enemies peer over with greed burning in their eyes. Tiphon trembles for a hearts breadth. It isn’t fear for himself, but for the kingdom. What is keeping invaders from their walls again (he still remembers when they took over, when they thought the Dale could be controlled). They are so few and yet they are powerful. Maybe that is their saving grace? Their strength, but will it be enough again?
In the sunlight Tiphon shifts restlessly. The grassy meadows surround him and while he is secure in his place there is still a steady stream of worry that courses slowly into his thoughts. He didn’t expect – or want, really – to see his son resign his crown, but he is well aware of the heavy burdens. The wellbeing of a kingdom is heavy and cumbersome. Even the most powerful can suffer underneath its weight and trials. There is so much – too much – for anyone to handle alone and now that is Ea’s sole responsibility with Ramiel having stepped down. He looks for her with solemn eyes and it doesn’t take long at all until she is within his vision and then within his reach.
He materializes slowly in front of her and offers a small grin. ”Ea,” he tastes her name for the first time and regards her delicately, ”How are you?” Although he is unaware of their blood relation Tiphon at least realizes the bond that ties them together. She is his son’s love and the mother of his grandchildren. She is his Queen. When he looks at her he is reminded of the barter with the Jungle and of Lagertha and Scorch. Inwardly, he chuckles. It’s funny how the Amazon princess now stands on the Dalean throne. ”Your mother would be proud,” because he knows how confident Scorch was in her children and her decisions.
In the sunlight Tiphon shifts restlessly. The grassy meadows surround him and while he is secure in his place there is still a steady stream of worry that courses slowly into his thoughts. He didn’t expect – or want, really – to see his son resign his crown, but he is well aware of the heavy burdens. The wellbeing of a kingdom is heavy and cumbersome. Even the most powerful can suffer underneath its weight and trials. There is so much – too much – for anyone to handle alone and now that is Ea’s sole responsibility with Ramiel having stepped down. He looks for her with solemn eyes and it doesn’t take long at all until she is within his vision and then within his reach.
He materializes slowly in front of her and offers a small grin. ”Ea,” he tastes her name for the first time and regards her delicately, ”How are you?” Although he is unaware of their blood relation Tiphon at least realizes the bond that ties them together. She is his son’s love and the mother of his grandchildren. She is his Queen. When he looks at her he is reminded of the barter with the Jungle and of Lagertha and Scorch. Inwardly, he chuckles. It’s funny how the Amazon princess now stands on the Dalean throne. ”Your mother would be proud,” because he knows how confident Scorch was in her children and her decisions.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION