08-28-2016, 05:14 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
He notes her elusive tone and how her eyes find him only to flicker away toward the distant hills. She mentions her children – those with Ramiel – and despite her vague replies he cannot help but grin and nod. ”I haven’t yet met them,” he says this painfully, more ashamed in himself when he admits this sorrow truth. His presence here has been fickle since descending the throne as though he assumed himself worthless from that point. For a while he had lost sight of what he had, what he loved. Talulah and Elysteria searched for him but he would visit them sporadically, enough to enlarge their family, before disappearing again. They thought him having left forever, but he never truly does. The gentle winds tousling their locks was his warmth breath, the kiss of the seasons his show of adoration, and the warmth of the sun his loving embrace. Not once would he – could he – truly leave the Dale. It’s where his family was, his children and grandchildren, but he wasn’t present in the way they needed him to be. Much to his dismay, Tiphon played horribly as a father and grandfather.
The smile on his lips wavers at the thought of this and his eyes, after having fallen to the ground, lift to find the Queen’s again. ”I look forward to the day I do finally met them instead of simply watching them play on the grassy hills,” they must be wonderful, he muses quietly, as his shoulders roll thoughtfully. Who would they take most after? Or do they have their own unique personalities to set them apart? His thoughts and ideas linger, but he can’t spare to dwell on them for very long.
”That sly woman probably knew you’d end up Queen,” an airy chuckle tumbles from him, ”she won the bargain.” Scorch bred her children to be strong and incited in them the importance of pushing themselves and gaining power. It’s what would make them stand above the others and to have their names written in the history tales of Beqanna. ”We are lucky to have you here,” he pauses as a lopsided, paternal grin breaks his stony expression, ”so maybe the Dale actually won in the end.” His ear swivels as he glances over his shoulder toward the beaten path leading south to the Jungle. Joscelin, he assumes, is still there. His heart aches for his child, but he hasn’t yet gotten the nerve to look. ”I hope the burden of the crown doesn’t weigh too heavily on you now that Ramiel stepped down.” The meeting was a surprise to Tiphon. He remembers his startle at having heard his son resign. ”Did you know he was planning that?” He has never been great at holding his tongue when curiosity got the best of him.
The smile on his lips wavers at the thought of this and his eyes, after having fallen to the ground, lift to find the Queen’s again. ”I look forward to the day I do finally met them instead of simply watching them play on the grassy hills,” they must be wonderful, he muses quietly, as his shoulders roll thoughtfully. Who would they take most after? Or do they have their own unique personalities to set them apart? His thoughts and ideas linger, but he can’t spare to dwell on them for very long.
”That sly woman probably knew you’d end up Queen,” an airy chuckle tumbles from him, ”she won the bargain.” Scorch bred her children to be strong and incited in them the importance of pushing themselves and gaining power. It’s what would make them stand above the others and to have their names written in the history tales of Beqanna. ”We are lucky to have you here,” he pauses as a lopsided, paternal grin breaks his stony expression, ”so maybe the Dale actually won in the end.” His ear swivels as he glances over his shoulder toward the beaten path leading south to the Jungle. Joscelin, he assumes, is still there. His heart aches for his child, but he hasn’t yet gotten the nerve to look. ”I hope the burden of the crown doesn’t weigh too heavily on you now that Ramiel stepped down.” The meeting was a surprise to Tiphon. He remembers his startle at having heard his son resign. ”Did you know he was planning that?” He has never been great at holding his tongue when curiosity got the best of him.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION