10-02-2017, 08:49 PM
Castile has always tried to be a good son and to follow directions. Mother demanded he live in Hyaline, so he did, but then Ivar stole him and his last memory is of the beech trees of Sylva towering around him.
So, he failed her. He failed all of them.
Hyaline called to him, but not in the way that a home does. It wanted to remind him of what he did – what he failed to do – and it scorned him through conversations reliving that evening. The world laughed at Castile when it brought him a beautiful girl only to have Amet touch her possessively in front of him. He had blinked slowly while determining a route to take. Of course, it had been amiable. The scaled king had always been kind, but there was something churning in Castile’s gut that led him to the Field because he no longer belonged in Neverland where everyone stayed young.
To see Ivar here, however, was an unexpected surprise. He flinches initially, not assuming to have company so soon, but he can’t suppress the smile that stretches across his lips. ”Long lost friend,” he replies in a voice far huskier than when they last met as boys. ”You may already be winning,” he says with a lighthearted chuckle despite how the truth thickens in his throat, ”I actually don’t have a home.” Perhaps, he could have stayed in Hyaline, but it didn’t seem right. And Nerine? Mother would never want her son as a pet in a matriarchal society. And so he painfully admits his life of solitude with a rippling shrug of his shoulders, accepting of his fate. ”Tell me more about Loess,” because maybe, just maybe, something can look up for him.
So, he failed her. He failed all of them.
Hyaline called to him, but not in the way that a home does. It wanted to remind him of what he did – what he failed to do – and it scorned him through conversations reliving that evening. The world laughed at Castile when it brought him a beautiful girl only to have Amet touch her possessively in front of him. He had blinked slowly while determining a route to take. Of course, it had been amiable. The scaled king had always been kind, but there was something churning in Castile’s gut that led him to the Field because he no longer belonged in Neverland where everyone stayed young.
To see Ivar here, however, was an unexpected surprise. He flinches initially, not assuming to have company so soon, but he can’t suppress the smile that stretches across his lips. ”Long lost friend,” he replies in a voice far huskier than when they last met as boys. ”You may already be winning,” he says with a lighthearted chuckle despite how the truth thickens in his throat, ”I actually don’t have a home.” Perhaps, he could have stayed in Hyaline, but it didn’t seem right. And Nerine? Mother would never want her son as a pet in a matriarchal society. And so he painfully admits his life of solitude with a rippling shrug of his shoulders, accepting of his fate. ”Tell me more about Loess,” because maybe, just maybe, something can look up for him.