Heavy is the Burden

The two seemed to be conversing, about what he could only guess. He'd come in after the conversation had started but he didn't bother listening to whatever it was they were talking about. It didn't concern him and that moment, he frankly didn't care. He just cared about his mother right now. Who appeared to be heavily pregnant! Holy...He was going to have little brothers and sisters...If his mother was pregnant and they just came back from Glaciem did that mean...Gael shuddered, trying to push the mental picture of his parents getting it on. That was something he never wanted to see. Ever. Ever. Ever. Just...no. Gross. Jeezus that was gross. But on the bright side, he was going to be a big brother. A lot of responsibility was going to be on him now with helping his mom take care of the babies. Oh boy. So much for not having anything to do anymore.


I've been well ma'am. Excuse me, but what was your name again? I don't remember too many Valhallan faces since I have been gone for so long. A curt nod was presented to the identically ivory woman before he turned his full attention to his mother. At first, she seemed rather confused as to who he was, which was understandable. He wasn't the young pup the he once was. But recognition quickly kicked in and his mother was crying out to him, raising herself as she slowly waddled her way over to him, something of a strangled yelp bursting from her lips as she attempted to fawn over him. Gael chuckled, an idiotic grin curling his kissers as he tucked his head beneath his mother's, limbs folding beneath him as he lowered himself to the ground, nearly lying down, licking at her throat. You could say that. I've missed you mom. None of the seriousness that was usually present when addressing his father was shown. His mother was a different story. He wasn't a warrior with him mother. He was just her son.



Talk like this