04-23-2018, 11:00 PM
Against everything he had worried about, he is quickly learning to be happy here.
He thought he'd miss his parents, and he does still, especially at night when he settles down to sleep. He's rarely alone, usually hunkering down near Galilee and Khaeli, or with the twins, but it's not the same as being tucked between his parents every night. But for every time he misses Dagny, he is treated to a moment of true motherly affection from Galilee even though he's not related to her in the slightest. For every time he wants to play tag with Olivier, or feel his paternal pride, there is a game to be played with someone his own age and that is beyond anything he had before.
Grye didn't realize he'd miss the sulfuric scent of the air at home, or the taste of the salt-sweet grasses. But here there is an entire undiscovered world of jungle, and the parrots are better than any animal playmate he could find in Tephra. But maybe his favorite thing about Ischia is the water. In the daytime, it teems with life: fish and birds and funny creatures left behind by the tide in deep divots and rocky holes. At night, the glow of the creatures left behind to paint the sands is like nothing he ever saw in Tephra, and the song of the sea is even more soothing. More nights than not, he wakes and slips away from whoever has corralled him for the night, and spends a good chunk of time playing in the surf before traipsing back to the others and collapsing for a few hasty hours of sleep. He hasn't been caught yet, but not sleeping at night takes a toll, and he often finds himself looking for a nap during the day, stealing away from his keepers again to take that nap with the lullaby of the ocean in the background.
The creamy-colored boy is picking his way across the sands, looking for a good napping place, when motion across the bay catches his eye. And, to his vast surprise, there's a girl out there! He stops in his tracks and stares, enchanted by the very idea of freedom she represents. Grandfather has forbidden all of them to leave the Island without an adult escort, and even though Grye doesn't chafe at these restrictions as much as his twin uncles, but it still makes the outside world look tantalizingly interesting. He canters to the edge of the area he know is allowed, little wings spread to help him balance, and nickers to the stranger, even more excited to see a strange creature following along in her wake.
Excitement, coming to him! He might finally have the first story on something exciting, before Dario or Drax.
He thought he'd miss his parents, and he does still, especially at night when he settles down to sleep. He's rarely alone, usually hunkering down near Galilee and Khaeli, or with the twins, but it's not the same as being tucked between his parents every night. But for every time he misses Dagny, he is treated to a moment of true motherly affection from Galilee even though he's not related to her in the slightest. For every time he wants to play tag with Olivier, or feel his paternal pride, there is a game to be played with someone his own age and that is beyond anything he had before.
Grye didn't realize he'd miss the sulfuric scent of the air at home, or the taste of the salt-sweet grasses. But here there is an entire undiscovered world of jungle, and the parrots are better than any animal playmate he could find in Tephra. But maybe his favorite thing about Ischia is the water. In the daytime, it teems with life: fish and birds and funny creatures left behind by the tide in deep divots and rocky holes. At night, the glow of the creatures left behind to paint the sands is like nothing he ever saw in Tephra, and the song of the sea is even more soothing. More nights than not, he wakes and slips away from whoever has corralled him for the night, and spends a good chunk of time playing in the surf before traipsing back to the others and collapsing for a few hasty hours of sleep. He hasn't been caught yet, but not sleeping at night takes a toll, and he often finds himself looking for a nap during the day, stealing away from his keepers again to take that nap with the lullaby of the ocean in the background.
The creamy-colored boy is picking his way across the sands, looking for a good napping place, when motion across the bay catches his eye. And, to his vast surprise, there's a girl out there! He stops in his tracks and stares, enchanted by the very idea of freedom she represents. Grandfather has forbidden all of them to leave the Island without an adult escort, and even though Grye doesn't chafe at these restrictions as much as his twin uncles, but it still makes the outside world look tantalizingly interesting. He canters to the edge of the area he know is allowed, little wings spread to help him balance, and nickers to the stranger, even more excited to see a strange creature following along in her wake.
Excitement, coming to him! He might finally have the first story on something exciting, before Dario or Drax.
Grye
Olivier x Dagny