Oh dear, what have we here?

Erik · 06-02-2023, 10:17 AM

Safety in numbers, but also safety in the trees. The Oaks were home. This was home. He was home. It's as much a home as the bamboo, as the bay. His home is here, right? His home is here, among his brothers. His home is here, with Morg. With mother. With father... though he knows that there's another one of those somewhere, too. Erik knows, though he doesn't ask after the man. He knows, but he doesn't ask questions. Not yet. If he was really their father, he would come in time. Though mother had answers for them, he doesn't believe all of them. There is a depth of knowing to Erik, somewhere in there, that knows it's her job to protect them too. Protecting... was a blessing and a curse.

A bracing northern wind picks up. Once more, Erik leans into it. It comes from the north, carrying with it... something. Something that he can't quite put his finger on. Erik doesn't know it by name, only by the feeling that it puts in his chest. A strange feeling. It will only be later that he learns the name of that feeling, that he learns what it means. Acute longing will do that to you. For now, he is just a boy. For now he will be blissfully ignorant to just what that longing means. Pining. Something worse.

In time, he would also become something worse. For now he is a small boy in a big world, taking a walk with his brother. Taking in the sights and the smells of the winter in his home. For now he is safe, and nothing can get him... right? Erik would think so, for now. He's enchanted by the stately trees, by the long shadows they cast. Erik's first love will always be this nature that surrounds him, wraps him up, makes him whole. Safe at home. Safe with his brother.

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