If I Had A Heart...

Tension still wound itself around the youth's frame, mind and heart both racing. Outwardly he struggled to maintain his shield of cool suavity but he was not yet at the level of his father and the cracks were already starting to show. It felt like a dream. He still did not understand how someone who had professed to love him could leave him so quickly. Especially, right after professing that love. And what had Sal'krie meant that he'd changed? Had that change not been positive? He was well ranked and a skilled fighter. Drashiel had been more confident in himself than ever before, at least until now. Now there was a gnawing doubt chewing at his heart.


Isardis spoke her name and sounded just as shocked as Drashiel had. As fiercely independent as he'd become he had to admit it felt good to talk with his father again. To have some solace that his feelings were at least somewhat shared. "I don't know that Athena knew anything about it. Sal'krie never bothered to show up at the meeting she just? left."


Isardis didn't loose a beat. He immediately began formulating a plan to get Sal'krie back. Drashiel risked a small smile. This was an important lesson. He'd let himself get down about it rather than doing something to fix this issue. The mood though switched as he felt his father grow suddenly rigid. The pale king spoke and Drashiel felt suddenly ashamed, turning his face slightly from the other man. He supposed he had gotten a bit rough around the edges. Especially after training under D?gmar so long. She was brilliant true but crude in her violence? though not quite as vulgar as the brute Hati.


Drashiel brow furrowed. He felt anger at the sting of his father's words but he knew in his heart they were true. However he would never forgive his mother? ever. And as much as he wanted to ask his father about her he decided that was something best kept to himself, at lest for now. "I apologize. It will not happen again. You're right? I've spent too much time training amongst the rogues. I allowed them to rough up my mind as well as my body. However? I am not useless. I've worked to hard to be labeled as such. It may be true that I have not lived up to my potential but I intend to change that." Drashiel turned to face his father, fierce peridot eyes seeking to meet the ruby gaze of his sire. "Father? when you speak the heavens listen, when you growl the mountains quiver. I would seek to learn from you the arts of majesty. Maybe that is what Sal'krie find so lacking in me?"