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[Kagerus]

Kagerus

{ and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times }

It's a hard night for the family.

Though the triplets are off on their own these days, leaving the family grotto refreshingly empty (though Solace and I definitely fill up that space on our own when we wish to), tonight is different. Warlight left for Tephra and we all are left speculating as to why; I find myself whispering to Solace, though I can't tell if it's to find comfort or to lend it. Warrick is her father, but our bond is strong, too; and so we wait together and flash uncomfortably between dreaming and wakefulness, both of us keeping track of the two dream travelers in anxious anticipation.

When we can no longer sense their presence in the dreamscape, I touch my shoulder to hers and gently close my eyes, leaving the sleeping princes behind in their beds; we open our eyes to the lowlands of Hyaline, and with but a moment's looking around, we spot our new arrivals just over the cusp of a hill.

"I love you Solace," I whisper before we approach, pain threatening to warble my voice as I look at her; I don't know how to warn her to expect the worst, but I do know how to show her my love. And so I do, if only through my heartbroken gaze; and then together, we approach.

I allow Solace to go to her father first. As she does, I approach my only daughter, my perfect replica in colour and traits; my mouth goes to her forehead absently, but then I run my mouth along her growing mane more attentively. "Thank you for doing this, Will," I murmur into her skin. "You're a good girl." I know she might rebuke me saying so, but it's true. I wouldn't change anything about her, not now, not ever.

Pulling away, I take my own turn to approach Warrick. "Father," I murmur anxiously, skittering to him as any scared daughter might; I try to keep my voice from warbling, but it's harder than I anticipate, and the weakness shows in my voice. "Please let me know if there's anything I can do. Hyaline and all her residents are at your disposal." My words are heartfelt, and in my moment of pure devotion, I forget the obscene scar which now mars my once perfect face; compared to his life-threatening illness, my aesthetics are less than nothing to worry for.

@[Warrick] @[Warlight] I powerplayed Solace, yell at me if you want this changed!