Iron and Wine

*Kassander* · 01-12-2015, 12:51 PM

Kassander dragged his gaze from the unexpected visage of their mother to meet Sigmarr's furious gaze. He felt like he should be angry as well. They'd been left to fend for themselves not once, but twice, by the person they should have been able to trust more than anyone. She'd been gone when her lover stole he and Svet away... did she even know? Did she care?

... did it matter if she did?

With Raisa's focus on Sigmarr Kass felt lost, adrift in childish emotions. He wanted to hate her but she was his mother... he wanted to hate her but he needed her love... he wanted to hate her but he needed her to be proud of him. He wanted to hate her...

The sound of pained rage was not Sigmarr. The dark shape that flew out of the rocks was not Val, or Svet. Kass' breath caught painfully. Sindri. His long, white-coated legs brought him to her side before her reckless charge could put her into range to attack Raisa, and then in front of her... He braced himself stoically for an impact, and attempted to curve his body protectively around hers. His mismatched gaze focused on Raisa, ears laid down in hurt. "Sindri," he said to Raisa, sarcastic words dripping from his mouth unbidden, his cool tone sounding distant and strange in his own ears, "is obviously fine."

A sigh escaped him, and he melted against his sister. "Mother..." Soft words now, aching need and pleading veining through them, unable to fully articulate the question. "Why?" Why what? Why did you leave? Why did you come back? Why?

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