All things are possible, even the worst of things.
In many ways, it had been too long and not long enough since he had last traipsed through the jungle. This place holds many fond memories for him. It had been his home for quite some time. He had taken his first steps amongst the low slung branches and gnarled roots. He had struggled through the deep snows and bitter cold when an unfathomable winter had set upon the place. He had watched in fascination as the land had sprung back to wild life after the snows had finally melted. He had come and gone from these woods in regular fashion as Librette had tempted him to join the Valley. Upon her death, he had realized the only lure the Valley had held for him had been the drab chestnut mare. He had visited less and less frequently in that time, haunting the meadow more often than not. Until Val had been born. She had followed him here, had been immediately drawn to the maze like tangle of vegetation. And he had lingered here with her, grieved with her, until he had realized just what he was supposed to do with his life.
He is back here again because of Scorch. Not because she had requested his presence, but because he wished to see his mother. It had been a long time since they had had a chance to truly talk. Many things had happened since then. He had seen her in passing of course, but that was nowhere near the same. So he enters the depths of jungle, traversing its obstacles as easily as he ever had.
She is not as easy to find as once she had been. The jungle, just like every land in Beqanna, had been remade. The tattoos, so representative, so integral to the women of the Amazon, had been wiped away. Though they appear to slowly be returning, his mother is not immediately visible by the once telltale flames covering her flesh. Instead, he has to hunt for her. Which, unfortunately, takes more time than he had bargained for. Fortunately, he has grown to be a patient man.
When finally he comes upon her, he barely resists sighing in relief. His chocolate brown eyes settle upon hers as a slight grin touches his lips.
Geez, ma. You’re harder to find these days than an eel in a desert.
He is back here again because of Scorch. Not because she had requested his presence, but because he wished to see his mother. It had been a long time since they had had a chance to truly talk. Many things had happened since then. He had seen her in passing of course, but that was nowhere near the same. So he enters the depths of jungle, traversing its obstacles as easily as he ever had.
She is not as easy to find as once she had been. The jungle, just like every land in Beqanna, had been remade. The tattoos, so representative, so integral to the women of the Amazon, had been wiped away. Though they appear to slowly be returning, his mother is not immediately visible by the once telltale flames covering her flesh. Instead, he has to hunt for her. Which, unfortunately, takes more time than he had bargained for. Fortunately, he has grown to be a patient man.
When finally he comes upon her, he barely resists sighing in relief. His chocolate brown eyes settle upon hers as a slight grin touches his lips.
Geez, ma. You’re harder to find these days than an eel in a desert.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch
@[Scorch]