Hushed Willows sister of pearl

he almost envies olive's position -- not because it would be easier to find brilliance from above, but because what a scene to witness, his stumbling like a fool and his two children, attempting to cross paths blind. he can see olive shout but cannot understand her words, and anyway, his focus is on that feeble voice, that tiny papa burned into his ears. "mali," delight says, serious, "please keep yelling."

he might as well put his son's ... well developed vocal chords to work.

just in case brilliance is still making her way toward them -- and he keeps moving forward, trying to pinpoint the location he heard that tiny papa, until he can catch a scent, strange from last he smelled it, but still recognizable enough for him to surge forward on weedy limbs. brilliance is a spotted heap on the ground and he descends on her like a tornado, a flurry of relief and concern as he pours over her frail body, taking in any damage he can see. "brilliance," he whines, licking her head softly. he needs to call for seabreeze or -- just move her home, at any rate, but for a moment he frozen, curled protectively around her with space allowed for mali to see her, too. [/font]