03-09-2019, 07:08 AM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
She's not alone, he hears when he draws near. Perhaps he'd half hoped, or expected, her to get one of the twins to babysit their little brother, though to be honest the girls were still so young, too - Eurwen perhaps had a lot to learn still, and although babysitting was one way to get her to learn, she also had to spend a lot of time in Nerine to learn more about the land and it's inhabitants. As well as skills he didn't possess and probably never would; diplomacy wasn't his strongest suit. He can only hope that her grandmother is proving helpful with that, though the way she looked last after the kingdom meeting, he's more inclined to put his faith in, say, Porcia.
Still, the boy is a welcome distraction. The kid's playing, chasing insects or whatever else (if he'd cared enough right there and then to switch visions he might have spotted the white rabbit too, but he's preoccupied). Of course, his own first instinct is to give Breckin a hug or any brush of nose against her soft skin - anything really -, but the little one craves his attention too. Probably because he sees his mother on a daily basis. Leilan smirks apologetically at his wife as Aodhán comes between them easily. "Papa, look!" Bouncing up and down, the spotted boy wants to show his parents what he's found today; the food the rabbit had wanted to eat, red berries on the snow-and-grey background of the Isle. Distracted, the roan nuzzles the boys head. Even so, Aodhán pouts, because he doesn't get the full attention of the both of them, but as his father has more attention for his mother, it appears to the spotted boy that he's got to have to try again later. A dramatic sigh follows, then he forgets much about all of it and goes a little further away to try and melt his own snowflakes again (something that never seems to work); instead creating quite the puddle beneath him. This seems to interest the rabbit once more, and so the cycle continues.
Finally with the chance to meet Breckin, the scaled roan brushes his nose against hers in greeting. "Everything's normal," he starts with, meaning the Isle is fine and it's inhabitants (those he'd found and checked on from a distance today) seem healthy and unbothered for as far as he can see right now. The summer's already starting to turn, he's noticed; the snow from the northern half doesn't as often melt away. Looking past her towards the island, as if scanning it again, it takes him a moment to return to meet her gaze. "I've been wondering if I'm cut out for normalcy, though." Maybe this isn't what he wants in life, either. He knows he wants to be with her, but - that might be all he really knows about himself or what he wants.
And perhaps if he could be content with that, this life he's leading now would be just fine - but that's the point. That's probably always why he's been wandering so much, never really settling. The Jungle hadn't been the home it was supposed to be, Ischia hadn't been, Nerine even... well, it's just that Breckin was there really. And alright, maybe his mother and his siblings. Now the Isle is his home, more so than any other place had been, but as long as nobody really stays here with him, or even visits (of course, she's the exception), then what good is it? Shouldn't he rather start wandering again, wouldn't it be better then perhaps, if he could visit those that had spread out over the world instead of waiting pointlessly for them to never visit here.
But did they even want him to - perhaps that's what bothers him the most.
Still, the boy is a welcome distraction. The kid's playing, chasing insects or whatever else (if he'd cared enough right there and then to switch visions he might have spotted the white rabbit too, but he's preoccupied). Of course, his own first instinct is to give Breckin a hug or any brush of nose against her soft skin - anything really -, but the little one craves his attention too. Probably because he sees his mother on a daily basis. Leilan smirks apologetically at his wife as Aodhán comes between them easily. "Papa, look!" Bouncing up and down, the spotted boy wants to show his parents what he's found today; the food the rabbit had wanted to eat, red berries on the snow-and-grey background of the Isle. Distracted, the roan nuzzles the boys head. Even so, Aodhán pouts, because he doesn't get the full attention of the both of them, but as his father has more attention for his mother, it appears to the spotted boy that he's got to have to try again later. A dramatic sigh follows, then he forgets much about all of it and goes a little further away to try and melt his own snowflakes again (something that never seems to work); instead creating quite the puddle beneath him. This seems to interest the rabbit once more, and so the cycle continues.
Finally with the chance to meet Breckin, the scaled roan brushes his nose against hers in greeting. "Everything's normal," he starts with, meaning the Isle is fine and it's inhabitants (those he'd found and checked on from a distance today) seem healthy and unbothered for as far as he can see right now. The summer's already starting to turn, he's noticed; the snow from the northern half doesn't as often melt away. Looking past her towards the island, as if scanning it again, it takes him a moment to return to meet her gaze. "I've been wondering if I'm cut out for normalcy, though." Maybe this isn't what he wants in life, either. He knows he wants to be with her, but - that might be all he really knows about himself or what he wants.
And perhaps if he could be content with that, this life he's leading now would be just fine - but that's the point. That's probably always why he's been wandering so much, never really settling. The Jungle hadn't been the home it was supposed to be, Ischia hadn't been, Nerine even... well, it's just that Breckin was there really. And alright, maybe his mother and his siblings. Now the Isle is his home, more so than any other place had been, but as long as nobody really stays here with him, or even visits (of course, she's the exception), then what good is it? Shouldn't he rather start wandering again, wouldn't it be better then perhaps, if he could visit those that had spread out over the world instead of waiting pointlessly for them to never visit here.
But did they even want him to - perhaps that's what bothers him the most.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Breckin] blerp
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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