and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
The tension between Lepis and Leilan can be cut with a knife and yet Castile remains with a composed, amiable grin that follows his dancing eyes between them. One is family and the other was a confidant years ago and a fellow kingdom member as Castile groped desperately for a true home and purpose. History lies with both of them; they are important faces of his life both then and now as the years continue to slip by and through his fingers.
”I’ve yet to find any other dragon shifters outside of my family, but I look forward to the day,” there have lately been a surplus of mimickers, some still related to him, but true shifters are seemingly far and few between. There is father of course, and Bronsonn, with Mist as well. Santana is his only child to inherit the shifting fully, too.
Little does he know that a couple more are sprouting with this year’s spring, outside of his own gene pool.
Shifting his draconic wings idly against his sides, he weighs everything said, noting any hints of discomfort or displeasure. He doesn’t hang onto every tone and every stare, however, as a shrug ripples through his muscular shoulders. ”No, not a lockdown. Just territory and kingdom formalities, of which I’m sure you’re aware,” he responds coolly, not at all offended or chiding for the intrusion beyond the bordering mountains. If he had ill intent, that would be a separate matter entirely, but Castile senses no threat by the frosted drake. ”It’s good to see you again, Leilan. It has been quite some time.” Castile blames himself. Life pulled him far from Nerine and Icicle Isle when he had full intentions to return. A visit has been collecting dust on his agenda, pushed aside again and again to address the more pressing matters of kingdom life, such as war and betrayal.
A mild glance searches Lepis’ face to read her reaction to Leilan’s question, but she has always been proud and open as to where she leads (because she has never been a follower). A lopsided grin finds its way across his mouth as his head turns back to Leilan. ”Taiga, actually. Lepis rules Taiga with Wolfbane focusing on life as a soldier. They remain closely tied and favored by Loess.” They aren’t a subkingdom, but friends. Castile always emphasizes that the power of Loess stems from friends that have been forged throughout the years. One thing that worries him is the fact that every good thing must one day come to an end. He can only hope that the diplomatic ties webbing across Beqanna will not burn in front of his eyes while his reign continues. He hopes to not again face betrayal.
”I’ve yet to find any other dragon shifters outside of my family, but I look forward to the day,” there have lately been a surplus of mimickers, some still related to him, but true shifters are seemingly far and few between. There is father of course, and Bronsonn, with Mist as well. Santana is his only child to inherit the shifting fully, too.
Little does he know that a couple more are sprouting with this year’s spring, outside of his own gene pool.
Shifting his draconic wings idly against his sides, he weighs everything said, noting any hints of discomfort or displeasure. He doesn’t hang onto every tone and every stare, however, as a shrug ripples through his muscular shoulders. ”No, not a lockdown. Just territory and kingdom formalities, of which I’m sure you’re aware,” he responds coolly, not at all offended or chiding for the intrusion beyond the bordering mountains. If he had ill intent, that would be a separate matter entirely, but Castile senses no threat by the frosted drake. ”It’s good to see you again, Leilan. It has been quite some time.” Castile blames himself. Life pulled him far from Nerine and Icicle Isle when he had full intentions to return. A visit has been collecting dust on his agenda, pushed aside again and again to address the more pressing matters of kingdom life, such as war and betrayal.
A mild glance searches Lepis’ face to read her reaction to Leilan’s question, but she has always been proud and open as to where she leads (because she has never been a follower). A lopsided grin finds its way across his mouth as his head turns back to Leilan. ”Taiga, actually. Lepis rules Taiga with Wolfbane focusing on life as a soldier. They remain closely tied and favored by Loess.” They aren’t a subkingdom, but friends. Castile always emphasizes that the power of Loess stems from friends that have been forged throughout the years. One thing that worries him is the fact that every good thing must one day come to an end. He can only hope that the diplomatic ties webbing across Beqanna will not burn in front of his eyes while his reign continues. He hopes to not again face betrayal.
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