Fuel to the Flame
11-04-2024, 09:56 PM
Xairo's ears twitched with irritation as he surveyed the scene, feeling every inch of envy swell within him. His father's commanding presence amplified the weight of his disappointment. Why had he hesitated? He could have jumped in, claimed a role before anyone else! Instead, he sat watching as Ludo, Xina, and Zagan were swept up in the excitement, taking positions that should have been his. The low rumble of Aresenn's voice droned on, but Xairo barely heard it; his thoughts spiraled through a haze of frustration and longing for recognition.
He shifted restlessly on the grass, muscles coiled tight beneath his curly coat. Xairo watched his siblings with envious eyes, their self-assured movements marking an unspoken hierarchy that left him feeling isolated. A fire raged within him, igniting each pulse of his heart as he fought to suppress the urge to bark out his intentions, to assert himself in front of everyone else. But by the mercy of an unknown god, he kept his mouth shut. Barely. Waiting for further instruction with a sullen shadow casted across his features.
"Xairo Saxe"
He shifted restlessly on the grass, muscles coiled tight beneath his curly coat. Xairo watched his siblings with envious eyes, their self-assured movements marking an unspoken hierarchy that left him feeling isolated. A fire raged within him, igniting each pulse of his heart as he fought to suppress the urge to bark out his intentions, to assert himself in front of everyone else. But by the mercy of an unknown god, he kept his mouth shut. Barely. Waiting for further instruction with a sullen shadow casted across his features.