He enjoys the world even when they are apart, but colors seem more vivid and emotions run deeper through him when they are together again. Their laughter and their games speak a language that others may not even perceive, let alone understand. She has been the constant for him in their tumultuous lives and so he comes running once he realizes she seeks him out. Chronos doesn’t seem to mind the cooled lava flows or the blackened trees still standing like monuments to the war. As he slips into the greener areas where life rises up defiantly, he doesn’t seem to notice at all.
She is quiet and soft like genuine silk, to be handled carefully and lovingly always. Her voice is so delicate that he’s sure no one else hears her speak the word as they meet once again. The young boy is normally grit and wild, but he remains still and smiles when his sister embraces him. His best friend. He nuzzles his nose clumsily to her cheek and laughs softly when she asks where he has been.
How to tell her of Velkan without frightening her? He thinks for a moment, chin tilted up ad his eyes scan the tree tops like they may hold the answer to this riddle. Perhaps only a small dose of fear is permissible so long as he’s careful?
“I met the strangest boy the other day. He was black like a shadow at midnight, with antlers like the deer. His body is so skinny you can see some of his bones!” he begins, but he is quick to scurry to her side and press a reassuring shoulder to hers. “But he’s nice. He thinks our flowers are neat and he’s very funny.” Here he laughs, remembering his new friend’s reaction once he saw the orchids growing in Chronos’s mane. There are countless monsters within Beqanna, as he and Larke both know, but he is beginning to learn that not all of them are terrible things.
“I wonder what other scary things are actually quite nice,” he mutters, half to himself and half to her as he again searches the tree tops. The branches all sway in time with the wind and whisper amongst themselves as their leaves meet. He breathes a wistful sigh and lets his head rest against his sister’s happily.
Chronos
sometimes he calls me baby and I swallow my own tongue
sometimes he hands me the knife just to watch me give it back
@[larke]