Takei
There is another, wandering somewhere between Beqanna and the Beyond, a full-blood brother between the three of them. Takei had only heard of him in passing (in the short conversations between his parents on those summer nights long ago) but he knows of him still. An older brother, at that. Takei had never fathomed himself to be an older brother — he had honestly figured he would be the last one. His parents had abandoned each other following his maturity and he hadn’t seen them since.
But it is obvious they are together again, somehow, in the form of his new brother. The boy is nearly a year old (skinny and jaunty and looking like the golden version of their father), Takei muses as he looks him over. He nearly laughs aloud at the sound of his brother’s name — the mashed concoction of their parents’ names — but controls it to an amused smile.
“No.” Hyaline offered itself as a sanctuary for Takei when his eyesight disappeared, but he never considered it his home. “This is Hyaline.” Although Trekori’s eyes turns toward the mountains, the blood-and-bone keeps his own gaze on the colt. There’s a quick dagger of disappointment in his chest when his little brother mentions his lack of a home. He isn’t surprised; their parents never were the type to find a place and stick their flag among the dirt.
Rather than responding to that prompt, Takei asks a different question. “How are Mom and Dad?”
But it is obvious they are together again, somehow, in the form of his new brother. The boy is nearly a year old (skinny and jaunty and looking like the golden version of their father), Takei muses as he looks him over. He nearly laughs aloud at the sound of his brother’s name — the mashed concoction of their parents’ names — but controls it to an amused smile.
“No.” Hyaline offered itself as a sanctuary for Takei when his eyesight disappeared, but he never considered it his home. “This is Hyaline.” Although Trekori’s eyes turns toward the mountains, the blood-and-bone keeps his own gaze on the colt. There’s a quick dagger of disappointment in his chest when his little brother mentions his lack of a home. He isn’t surprised; their parents never were the type to find a place and stick their flag among the dirt.
Rather than responding to that prompt, Takei asks a different question. “How are Mom and Dad?”
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us