The sound it hurts my ears, no eyes to find my way; Litotes

[litotes]

but you’d never get hit without earning it
and i only hit you first ‘cuz i deserved my own hit too
still it comes the time to call you out
since i’m the one that you should be about

 
Pangea is home like no other place has been home. Not in that it is where he belongs, exactly, because he will always belong in the meadow in Hyaline, but more so that Litotes has found a place to settle. While his skin still itches to move into more, he feels more peace than he has in years. It is within this home that he hopes he can find some of his children, or even just some of his family. Maybe they will not be fully raised here, but perhaps they can settle here.

One such child returns to Pangea, one that he has hardly seen. Felicitey is no less loved than his other children, though Lie cannot say he feels a powerful connection with her. Guilt wells in his throat, choking him, as he realizes how horribly he may fail her. A frown presses the corners of his lips downward. Disappointment and irritation with himself is a regular feeling; he sits in the discomfort as he watches his mischievous daughter wander closer. She calls for him, a noise that forces a startled gasp from his chest. Even as a yearling, she is still young enough for her distress to disturb him.

“Feli,” he calls, trotting across a shallow part of the river to her side. He dips his head to ruffle her name, eyes flitting to Dexter in a silent greeting. “What’s happening? Are you okay?”

Litotes