Reap Just What You Sow

*Gael* · 06-21-2013, 01:53 AM

It felt rather odd to be in Valhalla after having been gone for nearly a year. It had felt good to get away from home at the time, when his father had been busy with pack business and hadn't had much time for he and his siblings. To stretch his legs and dip his toes into what was the rest of the world. It was surely a big place out there, with more than its share of things, places and people to explore and get to know. But he was alone in his wandering. Soleon had only accompanied him for a while before having taken off on his own path. He had tried to get his brother to stay with him, but Soleon was persistent in taking his own way and so Gael had relented, parting with his brother for the last time. And so the young Adravendi had gone off on his own, exploring, learning, meeting new people, all the while a quiet ache thrumming in his chest. For as good as leaving home felt, a part of him always missed it. He'd missed his warm bed, curled up beside his siblings, with his parents just inches away if he'd been having a nightmare or just wanted someone to curl up to that wasn't Aza or Sol. He was back now. But damn, things had changed.

He, for one, had changed. He wasn't the tiny pup from all that time ago, who liked to romp around with Sol and Aza and just stare at plants all day. Albeit he was still interested in learning everything he could about herbs, the things that used to interest him as a child no longer held his attention. He was older now, a yearling and now that he was back in Valhalla, he was going to need to include himself in the affairs of the pack. He couldn't just expect to meander through life, completely ignorant as to what was going on inside his own family. The decisions that were taking place and that would take place in the future would affect him just as much, perhaps even more so, as all the other Valhallan wolves and he felt that he needed to be included in them as much as he could. And some of those decisions had already been made during his absence. His father had passed down the crown back to his grandfather, who then passed it to his aunt Epiphron and the stranger Icarus, which was now finally passed down to his aunt Chrysanthe, but not before his uncle Syrinx had tried to come and claim it for himself. In the end, many things had happened and he was barely catching up. He would no longer look to the outside world to fill his desires. Those desires were unimportant now. He was nearly a grown man and he needed to start acting like one.

The movements of the dark youngster before him snapped him from his brooding thoughts, cerulean gems watching as the boy's posture morphed into a submissive one; audits pinned, tail curled, frame seeming to shrink. Gael shook his head, allowing his limbs to fold beneath him, silver belly kissing the earth as he lied before the child, audits pinning themselves flat against his skull, ivory tipped plume curling around his haunches. There, they were equals now. He never wanted to feel like he was above someone else, because in truth he wasn't. He was just another guy in the pack. No one special. The Adravendi flicked one ear forward in attention to the child's words, who dismissed his worries, covering them up as he explained that he was fine. Well you don't look very fine. I've learned to read others little brother and I can see that something upsets you. Tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help. He didn't like seeing the little one before him upset, it wasn't right. He was still young, still able to enjoy life. He shouldn't be spending those precious moments worry about something or being upset about something that he most likely shouldn't be upset about in the first place.

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