Six months. Six months since he was born in to the world of ice, stone, and heartbreak. He was larger now - not quite full size, but very much larger - and his heart, having grown at double the rate of the rest, was heavy with everything that he missed. But Larus tried to move on. He had a new mother, a new home. Maybe one day Caiaphas would find his sisters and his beloved brother - he had hope. It was enough most days.
But today was.. Different. He couldn't fathom what made today different, but it was. Maybe the dark clouds which loomed so far from the coast made him nervous. Maybe it was the constant layer of sand which had weeded its way in to his coat, and the brine scent which replaced the pine that once hung around him like a veil. The boy was sitting on the beach and allowing the cold to seep in to his body; he wasn't whining, which was new. He wasn't hiding away from the rest of the world and crying, grieving for what he had lost.
Larus was just... Sitting. Watching the ocean that was just out of reach.
But today was.. Different. He couldn't fathom what made today different, but it was. Maybe the dark clouds which loomed so far from the coast made him nervous. Maybe it was the constant layer of sand which had weeded its way in to his coat, and the brine scent which replaced the pine that once hung around him like a veil. The boy was sitting on the beach and allowing the cold to seep in to his body; he wasn't whining, which was new. He wasn't hiding away from the rest of the world and crying, grieving for what he had lost.
Larus was just... Sitting. Watching the ocean that was just out of reach.
December 12, 2014, 11:22 AM
Kevlyn's interactions with Larus were limited to brief sightings and a few passed words, usually in the presence of Caiaphas or the pack as a whole. Maybe it was just that he threw himself into his lessons to cope with his lingering homesickness and grief, or maybe it was because he couldn't relate to the pine wolf who was twice his age. He certainly didn't mean to avoid him, but Kevlyn found he rarely knew what to say, and often felt too little and dumb to speak with his Spawn brother.
Today was no different. The sterling cub padded alone along the strand—the consorts and sirens had long since bent his will to their own, so running off wasn't a possibility. Larus sat in the distance, facing a choppy sea, and Kevlyn slowly drew near though as always he didn't know what to say. He didn't try to initiate play—he was rather vain and didn't want to appear babyish to the older boy.
Instead, he flopped down in the sand with a heavy sigh and angled his head back so he could stare questioningly up at Larus. He still didn't know what to say.
Today was no different. The sterling cub padded alone along the strand—the consorts and sirens had long since bent his will to their own, so running off wasn't a possibility. Larus sat in the distance, facing a choppy sea, and Kevlyn slowly drew near though as always he didn't know what to say. He didn't try to initiate play—he was rather vain and didn't want to appear babyish to the older boy.
Instead, he flopped down in the sand with a heavy sigh and angled his head back so he could stare questioningly up at Larus. He still didn't know what to say.
December 12, 2014, 07:33 PM
As the other boy approached, Larus was too distracted to notice. It wasn't until the child slumped in to the sand, crunching and rolling, that Larus finally startled; he looked around and noticed Kevlyn immediately, as well as the look he held upon his face.
They were both apprehensive of the other. Larus was silent as well, but cleared his throat softly.
With a motion of his blunt snout, Larus indicated what he was talking about - the sea, which continued to roll and wriggle out of reach. Larus knew what it was, sort of. It was water. It tasted awful and was far bigger water than any river or lake. Spyridon had called it something once, but the word did not register within his mind at the time; perhaps Kevlyn could elucidate.
They were both apprehensive of the other. Larus was silent as well, but cleared his throat softly.
Do you know what that is?
With a motion of his blunt snout, Larus indicated what he was talking about - the sea, which continued to roll and wriggle out of reach. Larus knew what it was, sort of. It was water. It tasted awful and was far bigger water than any river or lake. Spyridon had called it something once, but the word did not register within his mind at the time; perhaps Kevlyn could elucidate.
December 15, 2014, 11:41 AM
They spent a short moment in one another's silence, likely both unsure how to proceed, but then Larus spoke. Kevlyn's ears turned automatically to the sound of the other boy's voice, but rather than looking at his fellow Spawn, the Ostrega looked out to the thing of interest: the water. He knew its name because of Spyridon, and he knew its dangers because of both his lessons and his instincts. He'd been born at the ocean's side, but never considered it an entity, not like the sirens.
Still, he'd been taught by sirens, and so he named it what they named it: "Μητέρα Θάλασσα," he said, then to clarify, "Mother Sea." Kevlyn had a real mother, though, her face a hazy memory. He knew he wasn't the sea's child, but since he was told to think of it that way, he forced himself to do it. "I dunno what's in it," he admitted childishly. Its name was well known, but its contents and its secrets were hidden. Maybe one day, as a consort, he would understand its true significance.
Still, he'd been taught by sirens, and so he named it what they named it: "Μητέρα Θάλασσα," he said, then to clarify, "Mother Sea." Kevlyn had a real mother, though, her face a hazy memory. He knew he wasn't the sea's child, but since he was told to think of it that way, he forced himself to do it. "I dunno what's in it," he admitted childishly. Its name was well known, but its contents and its secrets were hidden. Maybe one day, as a consort, he would understand its true significance.
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