12-28-2018, 04:46 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
A few arrive, but Tiphon isn’t at all disappointed. There are many others, he realizes, that have not yet shown. They will, he reassures himself as his molten gaze sweeps across their faces collectively. Quite a few are silent, standing here only in accordance to his call and to ensure their stance as the island being their home. Some may only be temporary while others more permanent; naturally, he prefers the latter. All he wants is a sense of family and protection here.
Cress arrives first and Tiphon smiles in response. To have her here again, offering her aid and loyalty, lifts his heart to new heights. ”Thank you,” he replies coolly, shuffling his wings to suppress his inner joy, ”and I’m thrilled to hear you’re doing better.” If no one else, he’s happy to at least have someone to help him with this mission and to offer protection to this small island. He isn’t alone. He isn’t a straggling fool.
The others arrive with their families, but it still isn’t everyone. There are voices still on the wind that dance into his ears from the distance. They haven’t yet arrived, but they will, he hopes. They’re needed; all of them are. Their opinions, their views – all of it is needed. He wants – needs – their help for this island to thrive and come to life. With a thrumming hopefulness, Tiphon shuffles his wings and nearly addresses them again until Leliana steps forward. Her face, along with Cress’, is a most welcomed thing. His brows lift in surprise but then his expression softens. A family. The word resonates through him and a pang of guilt hits him like a brick wall. ”Of course, Leliana,” because he would never, intentionally, rip her from the family and happiness she has forged. ”Don’t stress yourself too much. Your family needs you first and foremost.” They would survive here during her absences. Even with two healers to balm the symptoms, it could mean comfort across the herd. Three? Even better, but realizing she has a family, Tiphon wouldn’t keep her here.
”And, of course, there have been outsiders coming to our shore already trying to discuss politics…” he trails off because he doesn’t even quite know what direction to head on the topic. Kerberos made his opinion clear toward one foreigner. What of the others? Where the island is heading, he cannot help to wonder, but also, too, he wants them healed before focusing on outside affairs.
Cress arrives first and Tiphon smiles in response. To have her here again, offering her aid and loyalty, lifts his heart to new heights. ”Thank you,” he replies coolly, shuffling his wings to suppress his inner joy, ”and I’m thrilled to hear you’re doing better.” If no one else, he’s happy to at least have someone to help him with this mission and to offer protection to this small island. He isn’t alone. He isn’t a straggling fool.
The others arrive with their families, but it still isn’t everyone. There are voices still on the wind that dance into his ears from the distance. They haven’t yet arrived, but they will, he hopes. They’re needed; all of them are. Their opinions, their views – all of it is needed. He wants – needs – their help for this island to thrive and come to life. With a thrumming hopefulness, Tiphon shuffles his wings and nearly addresses them again until Leliana steps forward. Her face, along with Cress’, is a most welcomed thing. His brows lift in surprise but then his expression softens. A family. The word resonates through him and a pang of guilt hits him like a brick wall. ”Of course, Leliana,” because he would never, intentionally, rip her from the family and happiness she has forged. ”Don’t stress yourself too much. Your family needs you first and foremost.” They would survive here during her absences. Even with two healers to balm the symptoms, it could mean comfort across the herd. Three? Even better, but realizing she has a family, Tiphon wouldn’t keep her here.
”And, of course, there have been outsiders coming to our shore already trying to discuss politics…” he trails off because he doesn’t even quite know what direction to head on the topic. Kerberos made his opinion clear toward one foreigner. What of the others? Where the island is heading, he cannot help to wonder, but also, too, he wants them healed before focusing on outside affairs.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION