all things are possible,
even the worst of things
Spring has come again, shedding bright sunlight and new blooms upon his Desert home. This has always been one of his favorite times of year, when everything is new and fresh and the children come out to play. His own children are growing, nearing adulthood now. But still, they are children. He thinks perhaps they always will be to him. Illum is more content to remain close to home, to spend his days with him as they learn together the extent of their shared gift. So many good things had come with the birth of the twins, but, most importantly, he had been shown that his abilities were not something to be feared and reviled. How could someone as good and perfect as his son be tainted in any way?
His daughter is another story. He loves her as he loves Illum, but she is more wild and unpredictable. She is, he thinks, taking far more after her grandmother than either he or Ilka. He worries for her sometimes. A girl like she could never stay out of trouble for long.
As it happens, he is out trying to find her when he comes across a familiar scent accompanied by a trail of unexpected greenery. This makes him forget his original mission entirely (he is certain Heartfire would be fine, she seems to have a knack for getting out of that aforementioned trouble all too easily) as he begins to follow the path of withering flowers, already knowing who he would find at the end of it.
He is barely paying attention when he leaves the Deserts, but his arrival at the border of the Dale gives him pause. Still, after only a moment’s hesitation, he continues on. Hopefully they would forgive him this trespass. If not, he could only hope his sister would vouch for him.
Certainly she would. Maybe. Of course, this was the sister who had threatened him with mutilation by thorn at their first meeting. One could never tell with her.
When finally he finds her, he sighs with relief. He had been fairly certain she was who he had been following, but there was always the faint (but distinct) possibility that he had been mistaken. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Stepping through the trees, a grin curves his lips as he calls out to her, betraying his presence without a second’s hesitation. ”Noori! It’s been a while.”
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch