THE REAL YOU

Indarra had yet to settle it's roots and the restlessness of it's members few could still be felt in the soil. Isardis was out doing whatever it was that he did. Argent was tending to her own troubles as well. Drashiel had had a nice conversation with Aldoro but as to where the other male was now the Prince knew not. Everything was disturbingly quiet like the calm before some storm. It worried Drashiel, this stillness. It did not belong to the birth of a new kingdom. They should have been rolling in the thrumming motion of life not the trudging, begrudging dance of the dying. Was this an omen?


The wind shifted bringing with it the scent of someone to ease the heirs boredom. Lysis. His dearest sister. Drashiel took to his paws with a soft grin on his face. It had been awhile since the two of them had talked and he could only imagine how she was doing now that Kyarst had left. Drashiel's feelings towards his half-brother used to be so conflicted now they were simply absent. "Lysis? how good to see you, dear sister. Are you well? How is Bevroren?"



"Speech"