Carry Me, Carry Me, Carry Me Now
He smiled shyly at hs would be mother, Erani. Working under her would be blissful. She was the whole reason he had chosen his rank. While the others were off play fighting and sparing he was always beside her, asking her about the herbs she gathered and what they could be used to mend. It would be a life of tranquility and indulgence in an already peaceful and plentiful world.
He smiled down at his younger sister as she pressed against him, twisting slightly to return the gesture by resting his chin on her crown. "Well met sister." He greeted happily. And that's when it happened. She had chosen to train as the lead warrior. An exasperated sigh rolled out of his mouth as his eyes turned on Neo. It was always like this. Neo had a tantrum and it always fell on Preston to keep him in line. Although Neo was technically born before him, it was clear which of the two was more mature. He kept his eyes trained on Neo, following his every movement. His nails were digging into the earth. Expected. His jaw was clenched. Also expected. And he had hunched over ever so slightly, the scruff of his neck bristling. How tiresome. Any minute now he would explode into an emotional fit and whine and complain about how he deserved the rank more than Epiphron, or he would run off into the woods like always with his unfortunately biological brother hot on his trail. Not this time. This time he would leave him to stew in his own anger. He was tired of picking up pieces. |