blackbird, fly
03-05-2014, 07:51 PM
He didn't know of his relation Chrysanthe, nor did he know of the extent of his father's bloodline. He stared at her, his blue eyes taking in her appearance, noticing how the russet color took over her face, excluding her right ear, and the scars that covered her right eye. He felt a pull of sympathy for her, followed by a strong rush of admiration. It took a warrior to pull through an injury like that. He noticed her slight smile before she spoke, his ears tilting towards her, as he took in her words attentively. 'Adravendi - I think I've met the whole family, but there always seems to be more.' She would say, and his head would tilt slightly to the side, as she went on to mention that they were half-siblings. He stared at her for a moment, his sister, shocked. "Siblings?" He echoed for a moment, shocked. "You're my sister?" He asked, to clarify. "A couple more?" He echoed her, in shock. He supposed he couldn't be surprised that his father had moved on. The little he knew of his father, was that his mother had left the lands of CIROC, and that was six years ago. It wasn't crazy that Cairo had found another love- another family.
It was almost as if she just knew that he might be over-whelmed because her next words seemed as if they were meant to extend compassion to him. He broke away from looking at her, eyes glancing at the grave of Cairo, looking back at Chrysanthe, his eyes raw with a wash of emotions. He couldn't say anything- God, what could he say? She asked who his mother was, and finally he spoke in a whisper, "Alice." He began, "Alice, my mother didn't tell us a lot, but she did say that she left Cairo before we were born." He was baffled, but his mind was slowly wrapping around it, around all the details. He glanced up at the sky, trying to reign in his emotions, before asking in response to her last statement. "Chrysanthe, what was our father like?" He inquired softly, noting with the word, our, the father that they shared. "If you don't mind sharing..." He added, even though he had offered, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. His blue eyes searched for hers, wanting to know everything, and he felt a prickle of jealousy that the woman before him had gotten to know their father, that he quickly stifled. It wasn't her fault that her mother hadn't carted her and her family off.