road man

The man, quite honestly, could have embraced the youthful lord. He hadn't seen him in so long, could have called Icarus a son. He had truthfully...missed someone from home, and here they were. Tilting his features into a glimmer of pride he smiled with fervor as Icarus sounded his name. Ah, yes, so it was his long lost prodigy. How refreshing. The man didn't pause coming to the lad and setting his old him against the ground, "You've grown," there was much more he could say than that, but surely the boy had retained intelligence and would take it from just a physical meaning into something more mental.

Expression of interest would twist over his brunette features and the sire would nod his head towards him, laughter rumbling from his chest, "And still King," rather King again, but o details. He was...too old to be king, however.