01-07-2019, 12:35 AM
so give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'cause oh that gave me such a fright
'cause oh that gave me such a fright
He’d heard, or known somehow, when Leilan had spoken of him to the mare. But at the time, he’d been playing a game with his own children and hadn’t felt like getting in the middle of Leilan’s family drama. He’d merely skimmed the surface of the words and feelings between Leilan and his daughter, and he’d not been particularly fond of what he heard/felt. It had slipped his mind for a few days, but a quiet moment and he remembers the way she’d struggled and coughed, and the guilt creeps up on him.
She’s just a little thing, after all, and his annoyance at the noisy Feelings and Drama her father had been producing all over Nerine lately is certainly not her fault. But it takes another couple of days for the guilt to manifest strongly enough that he goes actively searching for her, only to discover she’d left Nerine. He doesn’t really blame her. He’s not always going to win father of the year according to his children, but he long ago learned not to try and control them that way. Perhaps it’s a lesson Leilan needs to learn the hard way.
When the bay finally tracks her down, he’s bemused to find her in Tephra. At least it’s not as cold here (the parrot chattering away behind his wings, clinging to his mane, certainly approves), though the sulfuric smell always grosses him out until he can grow used to it. It’s almost worth the casual flaunt of magic to make it not smell like that, but he isn’t sure how much he’ll need to combat the plague.
Setting beside some running water, the noise cheerful despite his own gloomy thoughts, the bay warrior gives a tentative mind-probe, looking mostly for Chryseis but also casting a general net for any of Tephra’s sick.
She’s just a little thing, after all, and his annoyance at the noisy Feelings and Drama her father had been producing all over Nerine lately is certainly not her fault. But it takes another couple of days for the guilt to manifest strongly enough that he goes actively searching for her, only to discover she’d left Nerine. He doesn’t really blame her. He’s not always going to win father of the year according to his children, but he long ago learned not to try and control them that way. Perhaps it’s a lesson Leilan needs to learn the hard way.
When the bay finally tracks her down, he’s bemused to find her in Tephra. At least it’s not as cold here (the parrot chattering away behind his wings, clinging to his mane, certainly approves), though the sulfuric smell always grosses him out until he can grow used to it. It’s almost worth the casual flaunt of magic to make it not smell like that, but he isn’t sure how much he’ll need to combat the plague.
Setting beside some running water, the noise cheerful despite his own gloomy thoughts, the bay warrior gives a tentative mind-probe, looking mostly for Chryseis but also casting a general net for any of Tephra’s sick.
but I will hold as long as you like
just promise me we'll be alright
just promise me we'll be alright
BrenneN
@[Chryseis]