And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
Kirin found himself in what he would refer to as an impromptu family reunion. Impromptu but not unwelcome. How could he turn his nose to the air, snub them? They were family and already he was on the receiving end of gifts, Kirin liked gifts.
His lavender lips part into a gracious smile, one he does not have to feign for here in the Cove there was little need of masks- not with his own. "Nothing special goes amiss in the Cove, I can assure you." The twinkle in his eye could not be missed, mainly because he made no attempt at hiding it. Deception was not a card well played among one's own kin. "I do what I can dear Grandmother, the progress has pleased me thus far. It would seem we have an affinity for success." The notes drawl on his lips as the girls voice reaches his lobes.
I haven't.
Her wings part then, lifting to reveal the subtle fade from dark to light. It was a beautiful blend to be sure, and he could not help but smile. Soon she would be of an age to breed and breed her he would. With any luck she would bear him another winged child, with more luck it would have the beautiful fade of colors to adorn it. And wouldn't you know? Kirin had felt mighty lucky as of late.
Twisted thoughts that web his mind are caught, tangled as his attentions are gained by another party. Another woman and foal and for a moment his silvered eyes narrow, his jaw hardens. Just a moment though because her tiding are much the same.
Great-grandmother, Syntyche.
Titles, all titles, plain facts were that she was family. They were all his family and this family stuck together. "I am pleased to receive you..." He means to elaborate, truly he does but it is now that his attention falls to the foal that she brings.
He knows those horns, those toed feet...He knows only one horse who posses such a fine mix of equine and beast and it would be a lie to say his mind did not internally burn at the knowledge. Pollock, he thinks. The note almost soured in his mind at the thought of such a thing but it is not something he can begrudge her. He would however just love to keep the little trinket here, this bit of flesh Pollock had left to be discovered by the jealous heart of a lavender monster. A strained smile pulls at him then, "Lovely boy you have." No he could not be angry with her for this, he could be miffed that he had not received such a gift first though.
And too he can carefully watch the boys eyes fall to his newest pot of honey, "Have you met your niece Misra?" Any eyebrow lifts with the question, curious at how deep his own sickness ran in the tide of blood and kin.
His lavender lips part into a gracious smile, one he does not have to feign for here in the Cove there was little need of masks- not with his own. "Nothing special goes amiss in the Cove, I can assure you." The twinkle in his eye could not be missed, mainly because he made no attempt at hiding it. Deception was not a card well played among one's own kin. "I do what I can dear Grandmother, the progress has pleased me thus far. It would seem we have an affinity for success." The notes drawl on his lips as the girls voice reaches his lobes.
I haven't.
Her wings part then, lifting to reveal the subtle fade from dark to light. It was a beautiful blend to be sure, and he could not help but smile. Soon she would be of an age to breed and breed her he would. With any luck she would bear him another winged child, with more luck it would have the beautiful fade of colors to adorn it. And wouldn't you know? Kirin had felt mighty lucky as of late.
Twisted thoughts that web his mind are caught, tangled as his attentions are gained by another party. Another woman and foal and for a moment his silvered eyes narrow, his jaw hardens. Just a moment though because her tiding are much the same.
Great-grandmother, Syntyche.
Titles, all titles, plain facts were that she was family. They were all his family and this family stuck together. "I am pleased to receive you..." He means to elaborate, truly he does but it is now that his attention falls to the foal that she brings.
He knows those horns, those toed feet...He knows only one horse who posses such a fine mix of equine and beast and it would be a lie to say his mind did not internally burn at the knowledge. Pollock, he thinks. The note almost soured in his mind at the thought of such a thing but it is not something he can begrudge her. He would however just love to keep the little trinket here, this bit of flesh Pollock had left to be discovered by the jealous heart of a lavender monster. A strained smile pulls at him then, "Lovely boy you have." No he could not be angry with her for this, he could be miffed that he had not received such a gift first though.
And too he can carefully watch the boys eyes fall to his newest pot of honey, "Have you met your niece Misra?" Any eyebrow lifts with the question, curious at how deep his own sickness ran in the tide of blood and kin.
Kirin
son of Khaos
