Dust in the Wind
He had followed the winding river searching for...What? A sign from Ley? Something he could eat? Or perhaps he was simply searching for the boy. They had separated not long after landing on this foreign continent, one that apparently lived outside the reach of Bromos, ,Parth and Eclya and their various forms of governmental ruling. He still hadn’t quite decided whether it would have been a blessing or not for the boy to have died shortly after their exile, on one side he had been stripped of his title, birthright, and home but on the other the boy was his family, bastard or not and in some regard, he did love him for that. He shook his head and pushed on, the cream of his coat standing out even in the darkness of the night. He approached the lake the river seemed to feed into and drank from the calm and quiet pool in silence.
He raised his head to find that he had been surrounded by fireflies having been far too focused on his troubled thoughts to notice them before. He let out a hearty chuckle. “Just how many of you are nymphs I wonder?” He asked aloud as if the fireflies would somehow answer. He felt an immediate pang of heartbreak at that, realizing that the boy wasn’t around to hear the stories of the fae folk who lived among the butterflies and the nymphs who lived among the fireflies granting wishes to good pups. He gave a small “Hm.” And sank to his haunches, his focus once again lost in troubled thoughts. He supposed the boy had been a good pup, or at least an innocent one, his father- his real father had been the adulterer and his mother was the one who demanded the boy be given a title as the rightful heir. She had been killed, and Yale had been assigned the blame rather than his brother, but the boy himself had done nothing wrong, and didn’t deserve the fate he had been given or whatever end he might have met with.
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