Arrow Lake and if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine

Verx had done few things morally right in life. He'd killed, he'd cheated, he'd slept around. He wasn't much inclined to change, either. The one thing he wanted, though, was to make the world as good a place as possible for his children. For that, he'd do anything--even if it meant staring into the face of the sun with unblinking gaze.

He'd had a nightmare of Heda jumping into the sea, replayed over and over. He should have stopped her. He should have been able to protect her from herself. Instead, he'd failed, and Drageda had fractured. And he could no longer return home as a result of it.

All because of that stupid fucking sound.

Verx gave a low keen nearby the den for @Dragomir and @Isilmë, knowing that they were now exploring the outside world with great fervor. He settled back on his haunches, waiting for them. He needed to see their faces, the eyes imprinted on his heart. The only reasons he still lived and breathed.

set April 26