blackbird, fly
03-01-2014, 01:51 AM
Everything that they had gave, each sacrifice to get here seemed to be met with the failure of knowing that they hadn't gotten here, soon enough. His brother and sister were missing. He didn't even know if they were alive, and he had finally found the empire his father had forged- only to find that his father was dead. His father? Could he really call a man that he had never met that? He grieved in the moment for the father he'd never have. The legend he'd never meet.
A soft bark would interrupt him. His head would lift, turning slightly, as his blue eyes came to rest on a russet and white woman. He remembered seeing her, when Erani had called them to these Vahallan land. 'A great man was laid to rest here.' She began and went on to ask if he had heard of him. His blue eyes left hers for a moment, coming to rest on the grave. He was silent for a few seconds before speaking. "I've heard minimally of him, though I must admit I crave to know more." He murmured, his deep voice strong. She went on to introduce herself as Chyrsanthe, commenting that she had saw him in the move. A second passed, and he would introduce himself fully. "I am Valerius Adravendi." His bright gaze would seek to claim hers as he spoke. He turned back to the grave, his head lowering slightly. "The man laid to rest here, was my father." He explained slightly, in case she was wandering why he was here.