Firefly Glen sialuktuk ❀

It was fortunate for him that his woman be so understanding. Thus far nobody truly understood Revui, and few tried. His siblings saw what they wanted: the thick-skulled beast; the boy who used his teeth before reason; the brother who could not be loyal to his blood. He was more than all of these things — and so much to prove, again, again, and again. He could not prove his loyalty nor his love to Charon because he was gone - likewise, he could not be the son his mother dreamed he could become, because she had perished also. So all that was left was Hydra. To appease this queen, this sister who he loved dearly in his way, and hope that it would somehow be enough.

He was quiet a long moment after speaking, and while he listened to Kukutux, he gave no indication of it. His eyes trailed the dirt; his ears listened more intently to the falling rain as if to manifest the ghosts of the mountain. Perhaps they would have something to say - lest they were weeping, now, and he could not read the message they left for him. Kukutux broke the stillness with her next question but Revui had no answer. He did not know what made a good husband, nor even what a husband truly was to a woman, only that it was a means to an end.

Another shrug, heavier, weighted - and silence as he watched the rain puddle in to mud.