Ghosts of Our Ancestors

Rivin...his dear little girl. Though he supposed now she wasn't so little now, was she? They were yearlings now. Time had passed far too quickly for him, and he feared what he might miss with them. Had their demons begun to surface? Or had they gotten lucky and managed to avoid them? There were a great many things he wanted to do with them. Things he wanted to discuss. Determine where their strengths and their weaknesses were. To help them grow stronger and defeat all that came their way. The Pirates had been good and all. But their lackadaisical mannerisms were starting to grate against him. He craved...more. Or perhaps it was his inner self that craved it. Whatever the case, he couldn't shake the feeling that things might change soon. But he tried to push it away for the time being so he could focus on them, and them alone. They would always be first in his world.

He strode across the beach, seeking her out so that they might spend some time together and perhaps have a chat. There were a lot of things he wanted to teach them. To do with them. And if the occasion arose...to help them safely navigate their inner selves as well.


"Speech"