09-03-2016, 06:19 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
What had become of him that he spoke with yearlings and drew pity from fillies? That the girl had the courage to touch him shook him to his very core. Was he so little without his lover? She had been the strength behind him, for sure. He had never feared much knowing that she would be safe and sound. But now, now she was gone. Now he feared. He feared for her, and for himself. What would become of him?
The children do not seem so concerned. They have one another, and they have their father (whoever that is). They seem secure in that. They do not seem to have attached themselves to any place like he had. Of course, few of the other lands had such an allure.
The two finish speaking (it is as if they were one soul in two bodies) and he nods in agreement. He must concede that at least the entire place has changed and not just his home that has been annihilated. It will be a race, it seems, to rebuild. But for now, they are all on even footing. All homeless. It is little consolation, but it is all there is to be had.
“We all have to start from scratch.” He says. But was it really true? Yes, they had nothing physical, but Gunsynd at least had an ideal he was working towards. Some lacked even that. The beast shifts his weight uneasily, unused to conversing with youth. “But I suppose that allows young ones like you time to consider where you will go. Most don’t stay under the shadow of their parents for long anyway.” Oops, did he drop a little seed of thought into their little minds? Silly Gunsynd, how careless of you.
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