Floral & Fading

The crimson male smiled as Faite remarked on being glad the twins had differences enough to tell them apart. “Oh I can imagine.” He grinned down at the young ones before his eyes shifted to his sister, head cocking as he took her in.

“How’ve you been? I assume you know about father? How are you holding up?” He was mentally praying that Laisren had, on one of his trips in the direction of Lirim, told their sisters about Falk’s death. He had taken a while to heal, but things were picking up, and with the pack meeting, he was hopeful to see activity and life again. The stones along the borders from various members of the pack were telling him his hopes weren’t entirely in vain.

And there were other hopes, he thought absently, eyes roving to the two pups. He wasn’t quite seeing them. Not as themselves. He was getting older. Both his sisters had already had children, though in Zuriel’s case, the event that had transpired to bring her litter to the world made him feel queasy. Best not to think of that particular situation just now.

He didn’t feel old, not in the slightest. Their ancestors had lived for quite a long time. But he was finding that he felt ready to start his own family. Celestial needed a Future, after all. And he couldn’t help the brief flash of Solveiga’s face in his mind.