11-09-2016, 09:44 AM
Ruan
She'd called in her way, a sudden sense of knowing just where you wanted to be. Others had already begun to gather around her as he entered. They were not many, but then he'd always preferred quality over quantity. The ones that were left, choosing to stay among the Taiga's forest, were good souls. All worth caring for, just as much as the two daughters that trailed him.
Heda, a vibrant mix of day and night, was their newest addition, full of energy and curiosity. Jinju had already grown with the forest, explored its depths and had come to know some of its people. She tended to stay closest to his side, and was neatly tucked beneath an umbrella of white feathers. His borrowed wings were arched and bowed out for them both, an offer of shelter, if they wished it, from curious gazes until they were comfortable enough to stand on their own.
As a unit, they rounded Reagan's back. He carefully retracted his limbs, tucking the girls behind their mother instead, then joined her at her side. She announced their new roles of caretakers of the forest, and he silently touched her neck in love and approval. It was the exact way he saw things as well. Not royalty, or grand rulers. Only the caretakers charged with keeping the forest and those within, maintaining the natural balance and the peace.
He said nothing. He didn't have to. By logic alone, it was clear he was her other, Ruan. He was the quiet steadiness, the solid support. His power was deep and subtle, the complement to hers. Together, they would tend to them, protect them. And so he held his silence as she drew to an end, meeting the eyes of each one present, and waited patiently to see who remained in their care.
Heda, a vibrant mix of day and night, was their newest addition, full of energy and curiosity. Jinju had already grown with the forest, explored its depths and had come to know some of its people. She tended to stay closest to his side, and was neatly tucked beneath an umbrella of white feathers. His borrowed wings were arched and bowed out for them both, an offer of shelter, if they wished it, from curious gazes until they were comfortable enough to stand on their own.
As a unit, they rounded Reagan's back. He carefully retracted his limbs, tucking the girls behind their mother instead, then joined her at her side. She announced their new roles of caretakers of the forest, and he silently touched her neck in love and approval. It was the exact way he saw things as well. Not royalty, or grand rulers. Only the caretakers charged with keeping the forest and those within, maintaining the natural balance and the peace.
He said nothing. He didn't have to. By logic alone, it was clear he was her other, Ruan. He was the quiet steadiness, the solid support. His power was deep and subtle, the complement to hers. Together, they would tend to them, protect them. And so he held his silence as she drew to an end, meeting the eyes of each one present, and waited patiently to see who remained in their care.
