NIGHT WILL FALL AND DROWN THE SUN
WHEN A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR
It amazes him how many of his children have built lives for themselves. In the Afterlife (pale and hazy and boring and unforgiving) the red knight had chatted with Ea occasionally about the on-goings of their family, but it had truly been brought to light as Scorch spoke with him in the world of color. Leilan had joined the Brotherhood (or, rather, the Krakens now) and had been stolen to Loess, Noori was having children with Echion’s son, and Shahrizai was competing against Scorch and Hestoni for the most children. There were more still — Vi and Volcan, for example — roaming in Beqanna and making names for themselves.
But still his heart had clenched with worry when Scorch told him about Leilan’s imprisonment in Loess. The knight had thought about visiting to greet his son after being gone for so long, but he’d been reassured (between love-bites and hair-tugs) by his lover that Leilan would most likely come visit them first. So he’d regretfully remained in Nerine, dark eyes turning toward the horizon every morning and evening in search of his son.
He arrives not long after Scorch, though the pair do not arrive together. The russet stallion casts an uneasy, protective glance toward the demon lingering over his wife’s shoulder. If that… thing… dares touch his lover, there would be hell to pay. Having heard that the creature reads minds, the knight makes sure to broadcast this thought as clearly and furiously as he is mentally capable.
Yet his son is here, and so the large stallion pushes through to nudge Leilan with his broad shoulder, a youthful grin on his face. While he is sweet and soppy with his daughters, he is equally as joking and rough-and-tumble with his sons. “Did you catch any pretty-lookin’ ladies while you were stuck there, at least?” The joke slides easily off his tongue, and if Scorch rebukes him he will pay her no mind. The russet’s laughter rumbles thick and deep, like the chortle of an unrestful volcano.
Hestoni
@[Leilan] / @[Scorch]