12-12-2019, 01:53 PM
Many snowflakes make a blizzard, don't they?
Clegane nods, tucking away his sire's words as he watches the small flurries dance between them. If he had a way to influence the air, well that would be much more interesting. Combined with his wings, the ability to shape the wind would give him the freedom to glide from one side of the world to the other without breaking a sweat, and the thought of such limitless travel causes his heart to beat a little faster. It called for more experimentation, more time and focus, later.
What had been left unsaid between them also pulls for his attention.
There always seemed to be a hidden weight behind his father's words, a heavy thoughtfulness that suggested there was much he held back. It was the same burden he had begun to notice in Solace during their last days together - before he had told her he was leaving to travel with @[Raul] .
He didn't know for sure the source of his guardians' hurt, but he had a pretty good idea.
The irregularity of the snowflakes now feels like a mystery to be solved another time as his forever-curious silver eyes watch his father. He lets the silence stretch for a moment, pulling the icy air deep into his lungs before he speaks.
"Do we have more family," more than his mom and her mothers, he doesn't need to add. He thinks back to the times when he told Solace he was going to travel to every place in Beqanna as they stood watching the sun set over the distant pampas, he thinks of more horses with antlers and wings and sterling eyes. "Do you have any siblings..." he ventures, before there is a question which leaves his mouth the same moment it enters his mind.
"Do I have any siblings?"
He feels a knot building in his chest as he waits for his father's answer, wondering how he had never thought to ask such a thing before.
Clegane nods, tucking away his sire's words as he watches the small flurries dance between them. If he had a way to influence the air, well that would be much more interesting. Combined with his wings, the ability to shape the wind would give him the freedom to glide from one side of the world to the other without breaking a sweat, and the thought of such limitless travel causes his heart to beat a little faster. It called for more experimentation, more time and focus, later.
What had been left unsaid between them also pulls for his attention.
There always seemed to be a hidden weight behind his father's words, a heavy thoughtfulness that suggested there was much he held back. It was the same burden he had begun to notice in Solace during their last days together - before he had told her he was leaving to travel with @[Raul] .
He didn't know for sure the source of his guardians' hurt, but he had a pretty good idea.
The irregularity of the snowflakes now feels like a mystery to be solved another time as his forever-curious silver eyes watch his father. He lets the silence stretch for a moment, pulling the icy air deep into his lungs before he speaks.
"Do we have more family," more than his mom and her mothers, he doesn't need to add. He thinks back to the times when he told Solace he was going to travel to every place in Beqanna as they stood watching the sun set over the distant pampas, he thinks of more horses with antlers and wings and sterling eyes. "Do you have any siblings..." he ventures, before there is a question which leaves his mouth the same moment it enters his mind.
"Do I have any siblings?"
He feels a knot building in his chest as he waits for his father's answer, wondering how he had never thought to ask such a thing before.
