Noctisardor Bypass souda

Etienne felt all the emotions. And it beat upon his breast. His heart pained and panging. He wanted his mom. He wanted her to whisper all the good things she always did. Perhaps sing him a lullaby in the voice lyrical with sea and surf and love. Hug him tight. Ease the pain. Make him know that he was loved. Cherished. Wanted. Not just needed.

It was moments like this right now when he realized though he felt older, he was still young. Not even yet 2. And already his life had been suffused with so much pain and sorrow. He was unsure if he could function without it. Though it was painful it was familiar.

He heard her apology, but did she mean it? Or was it just another way, kinder perhaps to get him to do what she wanted and Druid wanted and the beast Glaukos. Because that was what it was right? He was only needed for his skill set.

No one here loved him. Cared whether he lived or died. Unless it benefited them somehow. When was the last time anyone truly told him he was enough. That he was loved other than his family.

In those thoughts brewed an anger that rivaled the sea. A pain that went bone deep, infected and putrid it dug into the soft flesh of his heart and it squeezed. It fatigued him.

He gave a nod. Byen. mwen pral rete.

He nodded again and then moved further into the shadows. Curling his tail around his body as he slumped to the ground.