hello, little birdie (AW)
01-15-2015, 12:36 PM
Kassander's siblings had left him standing at the border as they sought out their uncle. He'd followed from a distance for a short while, still hesitant to trust the Olympians with his siblings, but he stopped before he'd reached the edge of the steppe. Now he paced that familiar, though invisible and no longer scent marked, line delineated what had once been a territory of Ebony. Was it the right thing, to let them go alone? Shouldn't he or Solo be there to help protect them along the way? What if the Olympians had lied and were just going to snatch them up and lock them away? He didn't know what his siblings' choices were; he hadn't asked them, or tried to pressure them at all this week though the wait to know had been excruciating. The thought that they might choose to stay in Pantheon and he might never see them again - after they'd finally been reunited, all four of them and him, Sindri, and Sigmarr - was a heartbreaking one, but it was their choice. He knew they would be gone for quite some time to journey there, and it would be some time before they even started back if they did at all, and he knew he should just go home and see to his pack. Organize a hunt, or medical training, or something. But he couldn't help but pace this border, fretting and worrying... and wondering. |