Whitewater Gorge A Prince Without A Kingdom

Perhaps he ought to be more shocked, taken aback by the revelation that this truly is his half-brother; Arrille's words confirm it. But he is not, not in the sense that would arouse any feeling of excitement.  He has siblings, true siblings, he does not need any more challenging him for a role that is already his.vBut Arrille himself seems to take it in strides, not yet realizing the connection the face but speculation with an astounded tone Vaati did not experience. "Why do you think?" He snorts, eyeing the other boy with a condescending amusement. It did not take much brainpower to form conclusions based on the evidence given, however, Arrille did not possess all the pieces of the puzzle to form such conclusions. Vaati did. "You are Arrille, he mistook me for you once," The memory put a bittersweet taste in his mouth; perhaps Arrille had also been the reason Kjalarr had left him, stranded. The theory surely was plausible, the man had been looking for the boy upon his discovery of Vaati's existence. Who was to say the mere concept of Vaati was quickly traded in for the assurance of another son? His mind wanders to more sinister aspects, primarily, what this newfound sibling could eventually become. A liability. Kjalarr could not know that he wandered so close to the dark woods, and Arrille could not know where their father resided. It was a matter of personal assurance, that Vaati himself would not be challenged for the title of Kjalarr's son. He had already been challenged for the inheritance of the Dark Woods by outsiders posing for something they had no right to, and that was exactly what he feared about his mirrored clone.

There was another aspect to his hesitance. Vaati would not risk sending the northerner away once more to seek out the other son, he did not want to. Perhaps even this dull burning jealousy would push him to bring Kjalarr news of his other son's untimely death. Perhaps he would do it himself. He bends down to drink once more, silently eyeing the other in the reflection of the river, anticipating questions and small talk he was not interested in. Perhaps to simply be on his way was a more convenient option for the both of them before Vaati's own temper got the better of the situation. However, there was a tug at the back of his mind that yearned to know what would come of this encounter, the possibilities, both sinister and welcoming.