Two Rivers Isle Reflections

Vorilye took in a deep, steadying inhale, to calm himself. The boy was irritating him, yes, but he'd already been beyond stressed, and he was about to snap. But, he told himself, snapping would make him just like his family... and now that he had children of his own to raise, he couldn't afford to be like them. He would be a better father than Jaganatha had been. The boy urged him, then, to speak, and the Cruor male turned to face the boy once more. He'd not gotten a good look at him before, but he did now; the boy looked more feminine than masculine, with a small, thin frame. Vorilye towered over him. Finally, he relented. "I've got a homicidal, insane sister who's more than likely going to be after my hide. If she finds me here, with my children -" He slipped. He hadn't meant to expose himself as the father to Themis' whelps. In truth, he was only a father to one - Lycabas, but he had decided to be a parent to all of them. Vorilye groaned, shaking his head. "If she finds me, we all die." He gave the boy a look of contempt, snorting softly, "Think you can help me with that?"