great clouds rolling over the hills
and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel
He likes to think of it as babysitting. As he keeps an eye on the two young mares (they’re not really children anymore per se) out and about in the Meadow, he likes to think that their mother will come back to find them, and that he is just babysitting. But of course, his granddaughter has been nowhere to be found for nearly three years. And, well, to be honest…maybe he is the better parental figure for Cassady and Carwyn than Kellyn is.
But maybe he misses his granddaughter, too, like he misses so many of their missing family. Of course, neither of the girls is like Kellyn. Carey's is more like himself, while Cassady...well she’s his family, his blood to protect, but she reminds him uncomfortable of his son’s lover Elite. And in a time when they’re all being punished for being petty, greedy, capricious, jealous, warlike creatures, maybe a young person who reminds anyone of Elite isn’t a good idea.
They’ve gone off on their own for a while, and he is alone, pondering his own losses. Lovers and magic and homes alike, he has been reduced to nothing but the few family members he can draw back to himself. He is ripe for a new cause and a new people, but not quite mentally prepared for one. Not when he still holds the loss of the Tundra so close to his heart.
@[kahzie] I'm sorry this is shit :/ Also it doesn't let me tag Djinni sadly