Claw My Face Off [Nolan]

It felt nice to share the stories about his family’s history. The whole family. Just because Erani’s children were not of actual Adravendi blood did not mean they didn’t have their own incredible stories to tell. Aurielle had, for the time being, given up on Pack Storytimes. No one tended to show up beyond himself, and maybe Regulus or Paladin. The first one had been fun, especially for a pup who adored stories, and he couldn’t understand why no one attended them more often later on.

He grinned as Nolan explained the extent of his knowledge of the stories and family lore, and professed an interest in learning more. “You should totally ask Aurielle or Regulus about some of the stories, especially some from Erani’s side. There’s some really neat history back in her line.”

They passed the time, working amiably together until Nolan sat back and pronounced the bracers to be almost finished. Cairo smiled, tongue on the verge of lolling as he beamed at the boy.

“They look really good for a first piece.”

But something had been niggling at him, and his carefree grin faded to a look of seriousness as he asked, earnest sapphire eyes studying Nolan as his head tilted. “What was it like, having a father?”

He knew what it was like for Aurielle—she and Regulus were close. But he didn’t know what it was like to be a father’s son. He’d never met his father. Was there someone out there that looked like him? Or Viv? Or maybe Artur or Caelia or Geoffrey?

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think