let's hang together, Kushiel & Namaah

[Kushiel]

For once in his life, it could be said the Kushiel really was the dutiful son he always considered himself to be. At his mother’s word, he did drop everything. Granted, “everything” had in fact been staring at a tree for the better part of the afternoon. Someone had to do it, how else would they know if it was still on fire?

He was more than a diplomat, he was a public servant.

But still, for this he was willing to assume the tree would still be burning when he got back. The chances of that seemed high. The chances of him missing his little sister’s triumphant entrance into the world was very, very low.

Despite his single mindedness, he did allow himself to be distracted briefly by the Valley’s cosmic fire wall. It was just his style, over the top and burning. He would have to make a point to congratulate Demian. The man knew how to make a statement. There would be nothing so mundane as a “no trespassing” sign under this king’s rule. Go big or go home, that was Kushiel’s moto as well. Unless “big” was synonymous with a lot of work. In cases such as that, Kushiel really did just go home.

He was distracted long enough to miss the parts that no son should ever have to see. He may have been convinced to attend, but if he did he would have made horrible jokes the whole time. That probably would have been the straw that destroyed he and his mother’s fire forged and time tested bond. He burst in on Gallows with a slightly frenzied look in his eye.

“I’m here!” He bellowed unnecessarily. His eyes immediately went to the little filly, and to his intense embarrassment, he felt himself get a little choked up. She was everything he had hoped for. She looked just like him. He smiled at the little girl. Then approached slowly. For good measure, and so she didn’t feel left out, Kushiel beamed at Gallows and threw her a rather roughish wink. Most mothers, at this point, would probably have told him to get the hell away from their offspring. Luckily, his mother wasn’t “most mothers” she had learned patience in the hard school of rambunctious son raising. He lowered his large muzzle for Namaah to sniff.

“Hi Peanut. I’m very happy to share my mother with you.” He smiled happily, and admired the tiny perfection of the girl. If he reached out he could probably knock her over with a single nose push. He didn’t consider doing it, and that was a true sign of his regard.

“And you should know that makes you very special, because I don’t normally share.” This was true. Kushiel had a long time to nurse his only child syndrome. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared anything other than a joke. He looked at Gallows and grinned again.

“She’s a heartbreaker, Ma. You’re going to have to keep an eye on his one.” At this point, that was probably pretty run of the mill for Gallows. She may have had a grown son for several years now, but if we were being truly honest, it was probably fair to say that someone still needed to keep an eye on Kushiel.