Kildare has grown up with typical "middle child" syndrome. It was Tarian who was too serious. Liam was never serious enough. His elder twin brothers had their faults but like most little brothers, Kildare was content to play a supporting role. There had been so much that he could learn from them. It had been Tarian who had taught him turn and twist his body, where to aim his strikes and how to pin his ears to his skull so he might be seen as fearsome. It had been Liam who taught Kildare what to say and when to say, how to strike a casual conversation with easy poise. Life could have been so simple, so easy if his parents hadn't felt the need to expand their already large family. Kildare would have been content to bask in his mother's loving admiration and to learn what his father had to teach him, lessons in honor and duty and family.
Life had been an easy, rational existence.
But then his mother had left for Liridon and came back with not one but two sisters. And it had seemed that since their arrival into his family, he had been ousted from the nest. Mina was irritatingly quiet. She simply stared up at him with those dark eyes so similar to Malachi's. Kildare would look down at her and wondering what, if anything, she was keeping to herself. And then there was Maren who was always too loud, too brash. While Liam might have been the social butterfly of the family, Maren was always joking and teasing in a way that rubbed him entirely the wrong way. She never stopped talking. And when Kildare would think he had finally found a moment for himself, a moment of peace from Mina's inquisitive gaze or Maren's endless stream of words, one of them would find him.
He tried not to complain. He tried to bear in with that same understanding patience that his father and mother always had. But the time had come for Kildare to make his own way into the world and for him to find his place in it. He had embraced his parents, bid the changling twins farewell and off he had went, ready to find his own adventure. His journey to Beqanna hadn't been as.. quiet as he thought it would be. As soon as he had thrown off the shackles of his younger sisters, a little girl had found him. It had been the last thing he wanted - another girl to watch out for. But the woods had been wide and wild and there is enough Legacy blood in him that he couldn't leave Astana alone. The pair had trekked here together. Astana had been full of questions and scenarios, of concerns and ideas. She had prattled on and on and on so often that Kildare often had to lose himself in his thoughts.
She was like a little bird, flitting from one topic to another, one question after the other.
But like a little bird, as soon as they had found themselves in Beqanna's borders, she had flown away. He had tried to tell himself it was for the best. Girls are only a hindrance anyways. And he hadn't really worried for her - Astana was smart. She was certainly a dreamer but Kildare had thought that if she found herself in any trouble, she would know how to find herself out of it. Kildare had been pretending like he hadn't been searching the Common Lands for her. The midnight colt has given every excuse under the sun as to why he hasn't gone out to seek a place for himself. He tries to tell himself it is the wilderness that calls him back here time and time again.
But he knows why he is really here so when his eyes finally rest on the white gold filly, there is a sense of relief. So she is whole and hasn't been swallowed up by some monster or taken by some tyrant. A deep nicker comes from him, slipping out before he has the chance to stop it. There goes his element of surprise. But Kildare smiles, a smile full of boyish teasing and a dimple emerges on side of his cheek. "Hey chickadee. Where did you fly off to?"
@[Astana]
Life had been an easy, rational existence.
But then his mother had left for Liridon and came back with not one but two sisters. And it had seemed that since their arrival into his family, he had been ousted from the nest. Mina was irritatingly quiet. She simply stared up at him with those dark eyes so similar to Malachi's. Kildare would look down at her and wondering what, if anything, she was keeping to herself. And then there was Maren who was always too loud, too brash. While Liam might have been the social butterfly of the family, Maren was always joking and teasing in a way that rubbed him entirely the wrong way. She never stopped talking. And when Kildare would think he had finally found a moment for himself, a moment of peace from Mina's inquisitive gaze or Maren's endless stream of words, one of them would find him.
He tried not to complain. He tried to bear in with that same understanding patience that his father and mother always had. But the time had come for Kildare to make his own way into the world and for him to find his place in it. He had embraced his parents, bid the changling twins farewell and off he had went, ready to find his own adventure. His journey to Beqanna hadn't been as.. quiet as he thought it would be. As soon as he had thrown off the shackles of his younger sisters, a little girl had found him. It had been the last thing he wanted - another girl to watch out for. But the woods had been wide and wild and there is enough Legacy blood in him that he couldn't leave Astana alone. The pair had trekked here together. Astana had been full of questions and scenarios, of concerns and ideas. She had prattled on and on and on so often that Kildare often had to lose himself in his thoughts.
She was like a little bird, flitting from one topic to another, one question after the other.
But like a little bird, as soon as they had found themselves in Beqanna's borders, she had flown away. He had tried to tell himself it was for the best. Girls are only a hindrance anyways. And he hadn't really worried for her - Astana was smart. She was certainly a dreamer but Kildare had thought that if she found herself in any trouble, she would know how to find herself out of it. Kildare had been pretending like he hadn't been searching the Common Lands for her. The midnight colt has given every excuse under the sun as to why he hasn't gone out to seek a place for himself. He tries to tell himself it is the wilderness that calls him back here time and time again.
But he knows why he is really here so when his eyes finally rest on the white gold filly, there is a sense of relief. So she is whole and hasn't been swallowed up by some monster or taken by some tyrant. A deep nicker comes from him, slipping out before he has the chance to stop it. There goes his element of surprise. But Kildare smiles, a smile full of boyish teasing and a dimple emerges on side of his cheek. "Hey chickadee. Where did you fly off to?"
@[Astana]