[private] Brennen

[Belgaer]

Belgaer

Belgaer’s thoughts continued to swirl within his head and, much like changing of the tide, he felt them rise and fall with his ever-changing emotions. Life had been kind to him so far, but he couldn’t help but trouble himself with the many lifetime’s looming ahead of him. He considered his siblings, most of whom hadn’t been given the gift of immortality. Theirs almost seemed a simpler existence, one that would begin and end just as it should. His father had already watched so many of his sons and daughters and lovers pass into the black void of death. Somehow, he’d remained and found a new will each morning to carry on. Brennen had made a life for himself within the fold of Ischia and had cemented the role that he filled. Every day, he encouraged his children to do the same. To find their place beside him.
 
But Belgaer wasn’t convinced that he belonged there.
 
Diplomacy had always been an area of greater interest to him. Even in the midst of his training in the fighting ring, he would always find his mind slipping towards the realms most recent diplomatic missions. Admittedly he was a talented warrior, but his heart wasn’t in it.
 
The sound of someone approaching drew his attention away from the sea and he glanced back to see hi father. Proudly, the bay aligned himself next to his son and gently touched Belgaer’s newly adorned hawk marking. He was proud of his son’s performance, but the young stallion couldn’t help but sense a distance within his father. Like many time before, he searched through recent events, trying to sort out what could be troubling the brave warrior beside him. A sudden pang of worry shot through him, when he considered his mother – heavy with child. Belgaer had been waiting on pins and needles for the arrival of his new little sibling and she was the main reason why he’d flown straight home. He couldn’t risk being away at such a dire time.
 
How is mother? He found himself asking.
 
Although his siblings could just as easily be the cause of his father’s distraction. Belgaer could only imagine the stresses that fatherhood brought with it. The chestnut stallion liked to imagine the day when he’d find a mare he loved just as much as his father loved Galilee. He wasn’t particularly sure, however, if he’d ever want to have as many children. But, he imagined, as he outlived some he’d naturally desire more.
 
His heart grew heavy as he looked at his father with new eyes. Immortality was a heavy burden to bare. One that Belgaer knew too fondly. Lifetime after lifetime his father had been forced to watch those he loved grow old and eventually die. One day, Belgaer would stand exactly where Brennen stood, having seen a multitude of changes span across the land and seen many of his friends and siblings die whilst he endured. And for what? What was it all for? The least Bel could do was make something of his life – something he could be proud of.
 
Father, He began hesitantly. I have something that I’ve been wanting to speak to you about…

The Prodigal Son

@[Brennen]