08-22-2015, 03:13 AM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
He had grown quite comfortable amongst the shady sanctuary that the tall pines offered him. His day-blindness was soothed by the heavily shadowed areas scattered throughout the forest and he shamelessly made use of them quite frequently. The shadow tendrils were quite happy to brush past him as he made followed a path towards more so towards the center of the kingdom. He easily recognized a lingering scent in the breeze and he was delighted by it.
Although Michaelis might come across as standoffish at times, he was a family man at heart. He would surround himself with all his children if he had it his way. Unfortunately, not all of them agreed with his desires and he only saw some of them every once in a while. His most recent children were well on their way to leaving the nest. Nebibi had argued valiantly to be allowed to go her own way, which he had, of course, disagreed with. But he failed to win the argument. Luciferin was much too young yet to leave his mother – which left Wayra.
Wayra was the opposite of her sister in many ways. She was more of a cautious sort and much too sweet, in his opinion, to be allowed to venture into the outside world just yet. Of course, he hated the very idea of it for his own selfish reasons. But he knew she was turning out to be a young lady now and he must allow her to make her own way into the world. Which was why he was surprised to have caught her scent.
Despite Wayra’s reservations about the place, Michaelis really didn’t have a distinct path that he followed. Whether they are considered light or dark, he made his decisions based on what the situation called for at the time. He wasn’t much of an instigator; but he was happy to throw his lot into something that he found worthwhile. And Engelfors had done a fine job in convincing him that this kingdom was growing.
He steps into the clearing and mismatched eyes settle upon the familiar form of his daughter. The blue roan smiles with joy and approaches the nervous girl quickly. “Wayra!” He has always been unreserved with his physical affections – his face against her neck, a teasing pull at her forelock, and a reassuring nudge to her cheek. Although he welcomed her presence, he was honestly surprised to see her again this soon.
“I thought you would have followed after Nebibi by now?”
( The Shadow Child )