E fiorisce

Conflicting emotions would shudder through him, and it was uncontrollable. It wasn't like he could just turn it off as his father growled and told him quite clearly there was nothing to be guilty over. Instead he just averted his gaze. "Ma..." He said with a sigh, glancing back up at Bass. His ears would fall back then before he nodded. Deep inside he still believed that if he had just extended his warning to their extended family Threar might still be okay, but no..instead Sin had won. The man that had been painted with the colors of evil in his mind had won, and they had lost. But hopefully not for long very soon.

Starling would look at his father then, his eyes growing slightly wider. It was like he had been given something he had been wanting for a very long time. Something he knew he had, but it was so wonderful to hear it. For a long time, ever since he could feel such complex things, he had always felt...odd. That was probably the best word. Like he was born wrong. He didn't have the gift for fighting, and no matter how hard he tried he was never going to be exemplary. He would never follow in his father's paw steps, never be as good as Lark. But just hearing these words from Bass, knowing they were sincere... He felt warmth spreading through him, and everything felt wonderful again. "Grazie, padre" He said in his soft, delicate voice, tilting his head down to smile at the ground, awkward but happy. After a moment of silence, he would hum slightly before looking up at Bass. "Abaven non ha avuto una sessione di allenamento guaritore in un bel po'..." He hinted with a slow, pride-filled smile, blue eyes shining with excitement.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"