Drowning In Memories Forgotten

N/A · 06-19-2014, 10:03 AM

There was not a moment that passed by in which he did not think of his children. He thought of their well being, how they fared now that he was apart from them - how he might never see some of them again. It pained him to be without them, but the thought of dragging them alongside him just to keep them close was far more painful. He had been given few choices as a child, and he would not deprive his own children of their rights to making their own decisions. He followed after Epiphron - truthfully not knowing where they were headed or why. It didn't matter anymore, she held the reigns that steered their lives. She had mentioned something about locating some of their children - to which he could offer no genuine protest, and so perhaps this was the first of their missions to find their offspring.

One had already returned to them, Isolde, and he could not be happier to have one of his own under his wing again. Another's scent was faint - but present. Finiarel. The dappled boy had always been close to Maverick's heart. The russet being echoed his wife's call - no matter how strained their relationship was now - for their son.

"speeeeech"

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