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
Life on the Isle had become routine so easily: treading back and forth along the border, visiting the heart-shaped lake and the only tree there, when he needed to think (knowing full well only three could or would follow him there in winter). Caring for his son - the youngest replacing the oldest, the cycle continued - and now Breckin had retreated once more. This time, even he couldn’t quite know where she was exactly. It worried him, and for a long enough while his mind had been so occupied.
But lately it had occurred to him just how silent this Isle was - and subsequently remembered that the diplomatic visits that had been planned in the last (and first, and thus the only) council meeting, had never been followed up upon.
Thus, today he followed up himself. Way too late, but late was probably better than never. And perhaps he’d postponed the visits because it would be weird, to go to Tephra. But he’d figured that sending anyone else here instead would not do his relations with them any good, either.
Not because the Isle was particularly important. But because the last he’d heard of his daughter, said she’d “fled” here.
When he arrives, he’s glad that it is autumn. He’s never climbed the volcano before, and quickly decides that due to the ice magic in his blood, he probably never will.
After all, he’s climbed the Mountain quite a few times now, and figures the volcano’s heat is not worth the view to an ice-drake.
He calls out at the border, even if it’s an open land - he is a foreigner, not a traveller or one looking for a home and so he deems it polite. Right now, he’s simply hoping to only speak with Magnus today.
Not that life had even been simple for him, though. It would be just his luck.
But lately it had occurred to him just how silent this Isle was - and subsequently remembered that the diplomatic visits that had been planned in the last (and first, and thus the only) council meeting, had never been followed up upon.
Thus, today he followed up himself. Way too late, but late was probably better than never. And perhaps he’d postponed the visits because it would be weird, to go to Tephra. But he’d figured that sending anyone else here instead would not do his relations with them any good, either.
Not because the Isle was particularly important. But because the last he’d heard of his daughter, said she’d “fled” here.
When he arrives, he’s glad that it is autumn. He’s never climbed the volcano before, and quickly decides that due to the ice magic in his blood, he probably never will.
After all, he’s climbed the Mountain quite a few times now, and figures the volcano’s heat is not worth the view to an ice-drake.
He calls out at the border, even if it’s an open land - he is a foreigner, not a traveller or one looking for a home and so he deems it polite. Right now, he’s simply hoping to only speak with Magnus today.
Not that life had even been simple for him, though. It would be just his luck.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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