July 12, 2019, 01:59 PM
She had yet to let him lay eyes on them, those children. He had given it a try or two, innately curious and drawn by paternal instinct, and he had been turned away with a flash of teeth. Dirge was persistent nevertheless, but not dense enough to push his luck any more than what was necessary. At least she had the sense to protect them, to know whether to let any of them close or drive them away with her fickle mood shifted to something a bit more dark. The most he had been able to tease from her was pride over them, the four, and a rough Hydra-esque description of what they were in design.
Yet he wanted to see for himself.
Knowing there was a time and a place for such things and just as keen to heel to her whims, he found he was not bothered entirely by her decision. There was plenty to do and plenty that had kept him busy as the days went by. Gentle, brief connections with the others here and there, though he was just as keen to give them their space and let them grieve where he seemingly did not.
He had rounded the borders early in the day, checked up on Hydra and the children after that, and now had found himself following the rocky paths along the higher climes of Moonspear. It was a popular locale for him to survey with, if nothing else than to spy out not so distant herds as they trekked their way across the scope that they claimed. A claim that was now as much his as it was Hydra's, even at the cost that it had come.
But what he had not anticipated finding was another along those slopes so soon, and when he did he found himself almost balking away from approaching. He had done his share of keeping to himself and such an excursion was oft a means to do so in lieu of travel. Yet title and duty dictated some rapport between them all and had it been another other than Yama, he may have redirected himself.
Instead, he closed in that distance before holding off altogether some few feet away, and cast a glance over the edge to where she peered. Whether or not she was seeing or not did not quite occur to him; he was instead torn, cycling through questions to ask. How she was was irrelevant—he could see that grief still permeated her at the core. What she was doing, however... that was another story altogether. Thinking, considering, the options ran limitless.
He was at a loss for words.
There was no clever manual on how to deal with dying and death.
Yet he wanted to see for himself.
Knowing there was a time and a place for such things and just as keen to heel to her whims, he found he was not bothered entirely by her decision. There was plenty to do and plenty that had kept him busy as the days went by. Gentle, brief connections with the others here and there, though he was just as keen to give them their space and let them grieve where he seemingly did not.
He had rounded the borders early in the day, checked up on Hydra and the children after that, and now had found himself following the rocky paths along the higher climes of Moonspear. It was a popular locale for him to survey with, if nothing else than to spy out not so distant herds as they trekked their way across the scope that they claimed. A claim that was now as much his as it was Hydra's, even at the cost that it had come.
But what he had not anticipated finding was another along those slopes so soon, and when he did he found himself almost balking away from approaching. He had done his share of keeping to himself and such an excursion was oft a means to do so in lieu of travel. Yet title and duty dictated some rapport between them all and had it been another other than Yama, he may have redirected himself.
Instead, he closed in that distance before holding off altogether some few feet away, and cast a glance over the edge to where she peered. Whether or not she was seeing or not did not quite occur to him; he was instead torn, cycling through questions to ask. How she was was irrelevant—he could see that grief still permeated her at the core. What she was doing, however... that was another story altogether. Thinking, considering, the options ran limitless.
He was at a loss for words.
There was no clever manual on how to deal with dying and death.
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you were never made to fly - by Yama - July 07, 2019, 12:25 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - July 12, 2019, 01:59 PM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Yama - July 21, 2019, 02:21 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - July 23, 2019, 02:23 PM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Yama - August 04, 2019, 12:38 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - August 06, 2019, 01:21 PM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Yama - August 18, 2019, 01:47 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - September 09, 2019, 05:56 PM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Yama - October 14, 2019, 12:03 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - October 14, 2019, 10:06 PM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Yama - December 05, 2019, 02:43 AM
RE: you were never made to fly - by Dirge - January 06, 2020, 01:59 AM