'Twas a long and dark December

[Leilan]

Leilan

He remembers Hyaline, fond of it and it’s previous ruler. Before that, he remembers it was something else entirely, tied to Nerine if he’s not mistaken. Child exchange and such, though that must have been decades ago when he had just about returned to Beqanna, to find his dead mother alive and the lands shifted due to some sort of Reckoning. The Plague had changed many things, including the mountainous kingdom, including himself, including, well, what not?

These days, his semi-adopted kids have children that call him Grumpa, or even Grumpy it seems. He lives up to the name right now, opening one eye and snorting like a horse would, only covering the young shifter in a misty cloud of ice and snow. ”That’s great-great-granduncle Grumpy to you, young man.” he corrects him. It’d make him feel old if he didn’t already.

He always had a name for being rude, so he doesn’t bother softening. When the previous-snowflake arrives with the coat of a goat - he’d heard her, so he had waited - he finally does answer Nashua’s kid. ”Being harassed by Wolfbane’s grandkids, apparently.” He eyes them both and chuckles humourlessly. ”What an irony.” The latter is said more or less to himself, rather than to them.

from the windows they were watching
while we froze, down below

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