05-02-2018, 10:05 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
One thing he can always count on, no matter what, is that time will march forward, and that there will never be enough of it. You’d think, with two time-manipulators in the family, he’d have less of a concrete idea about the malleability of time, but Brennen has simply seen that even when you do muck about with things you don’t understand, it doesn’t stop the world from turning. Part of that is that his children don’t stay tiny forever - they grow up, and they grow into individuals no matter how similar or different their upbringings are.
He hears the voice of his son before he sees him, but he is still somewhat surprised to find Dario alone. The twins are almost always together - though he supposes he’s seen Dario with Grye more often than not anymore, with or without Drax or Khaeli. He’d hoped that adding Grye to the group would have a steadying influence on Drax, but he’s at least glad that the non-winged brother has embraced their new addition. A movement amongst the trees allows him to find Dario amongst the greenery and he nickers at his son, smiling when they find each other and reached out to nibble on the colt’s mane at that place that’s always itchy no matter who you are, where the neck meets the back.
“Dario,” his voice is warm, his eyes holding all the affection in the world. “Where did you lose your compatriots?” If there is one thing his children usually aren’t, it’s alone; whether that be with each other or under the watchful eyes of their older siblings or the other Brothers. Of course, he has no idea that Drax has been getting better and better at sneaking away, because he hasn’t seen him at it. Brennen knows, of course, that they are sure to be chafing at the restrictions he’s placed on them but he’s not willing to have anything happen to them. He’d rather have them hate him; still, perhaps when they are yearlings it will be enough for them to go about in the world in groups?
He’d still feel better if they didn’t, but nobody can stay a child forever.
He hears the voice of his son before he sees him, but he is still somewhat surprised to find Dario alone. The twins are almost always together - though he supposes he’s seen Dario with Grye more often than not anymore, with or without Drax or Khaeli. He’d hoped that adding Grye to the group would have a steadying influence on Drax, but he’s at least glad that the non-winged brother has embraced their new addition. A movement amongst the trees allows him to find Dario amongst the greenery and he nickers at his son, smiling when they find each other and reached out to nibble on the colt’s mane at that place that’s always itchy no matter who you are, where the neck meets the back.
“Dario,” his voice is warm, his eyes holding all the affection in the world. “Where did you lose your compatriots?” If there is one thing his children usually aren’t, it’s alone; whether that be with each other or under the watchful eyes of their older siblings or the other Brothers. Of course, he has no idea that Drax has been getting better and better at sneaking away, because he hasn’t seen him at it. Brennen knows, of course, that they are sure to be chafing at the restrictions he’s placed on them but he’s not willing to have anything happen to them. He’d rather have them hate him; still, perhaps when they are yearlings it will be enough for them to go about in the world in groups?
He’d still feel better if they didn’t, but nobody can stay a child forever.
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN