Seasons of Change

He cocked his head to the side, his still-too-big ears floddping slightly against his skull. “So…Who’s my father?” He asked, all his attention on his mother now. “It’s not Bass right?” He muttered, suddenly feeling his heart begin to race. “Bass always said he was like a father but…” He trailed off. He knew of Bass’s children his real children and the shivering cowards that they were. After heh had become disenchanted by Bass’s own weakness he had begun to see the resemblance in his children as well. Lark was too much of a coward to lead and Sparrow was in his mind nothing but a freak. The best thing Bass could have done for Abaven would have been to make him Erede the day he swore he would be Abaven’s leader but the old fool couldn’t have bothered.

He waited for an answer with wide eyes afraid that his mother might reveal that he was in fact the old leader’s child and was doomed to mediocrity like the rest of his apparent lineage.