Woah! You got Old!
Hymn knew he could put it off no longer, Oria and his children had scattered again and he'd still yet to find any sign of Octave at all. But his children were grown, as much as it was paining him to know they did not need him in his life anymore it also made him proud to see them so independant. It was his missing mate that was bothering him more. He had hoped, though he could not recall if they'd ever spoken about it, to try for one more litter so that his mother would have a chance to be a real grandparent... he had one other wish for a daughter he could name after his momma as he had done with Novel.
But more than that he simply missed having her around. It was moments like this he wondered how his mother had stayed so strong for so many years with her mate and sons gone and that only strengthened his resolve to see his personal mission through. He was going to be joining the pack his mother and Athena had chosen within the next few days.
But for today at least he wanted to be allowed one last nostalgic trip. So he returned to the place of his childhood. This time his daughter was not here to greet him, instead only the gentle bubbling of the water that rushed between the mangrove roots. He considered for a moment trying to balance on those roots, but he had long outgrown that game... if only he'd cherished it more when he had been younger.
He stood for a moment, breathing in the scents, the sounds. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine his brother was standing next to him. As children they had been near inseparable but then... well life had a funny way of changing everything you once thought was unchangeable. Not that he blamed Psalm in any way, he could only hope that he was still happy, that he had found everything he had been looking for. Who knew maybe he'd even gone to join their mother in Ahlon.
That idea brought him some small comfort, the notion that neither of their mothers were truly without their children around. He prayed it was true.
— hymn
'cause I can't be too loud
