01-27-2019, 08:28 PM
It's so terribly easy to forget the heartaches of the world, tucked safely on the island as they have been these last years. But the recent violence that had erupted in his home had reminded him that even here they cannot hide forever. Cannot truly forget the world that exists beyond their home.
These thoughts had been much on his mind lately. So much so that when his eldest daughter reaches out to him, he is not nearly as surprised as he should be. It is rare that Heartfire has reason to visit, and so when she does, he knows things must have become desperate.
That his daughter had noticed his mother was troubled tells him he should've gone to visit long before now. He loves Heartfire dearly, but she'd never been the most compassionate or emotive of women, and it would take something dire to bring her here.
So he leaves immediately, without question.
The forest feels heavy and somber, though it is alive with the sounds of spring. It is his mood, he knows, his worry for the mother he has always loved so dearly. The shadows sense his disquiet, curling around him, darkening the moonlight that leaks through the trees around him.
He finds her just where Heartfire had shown him, her gray form disappearing into the dark. The scent of blood and birth permeates the air, telling him there is more to this story than he had known. There is another already there, curled beside the child. His intentions seem good, so Shah turns his attention to where his mother had retreated, quietly following her footsteps.
“Ma,” he whispers into the dark, pleading concern heavily infused into that single syllable. “Please, come back.”
These thoughts had been much on his mind lately. So much so that when his eldest daughter reaches out to him, he is not nearly as surprised as he should be. It is rare that Heartfire has reason to visit, and so when she does, he knows things must have become desperate.
That his daughter had noticed his mother was troubled tells him he should've gone to visit long before now. He loves Heartfire dearly, but she'd never been the most compassionate or emotive of women, and it would take something dire to bring her here.
So he leaves immediately, without question.
The forest feels heavy and somber, though it is alive with the sounds of spring. It is his mood, he knows, his worry for the mother he has always loved so dearly. The shadows sense his disquiet, curling around him, darkening the moonlight that leaks through the trees around him.
He finds her just where Heartfire had shown him, her gray form disappearing into the dark. The scent of blood and birth permeates the air, telling him there is more to this story than he had known. There is another already there, curled beside the child. His intentions seem good, so Shah turns his attention to where his mother had retreated, quietly following her footsteps.
“Ma,” he whispers into the dark, pleading concern heavily infused into that single syllable. “Please, come back.”
All things are possible,
shahrizai
even the best of things.
