wicked games

Lark was already so different from his brother. Quelt kept a smile on his face towards lark, shifting himself to look at the rapids. He remembered scolding ixionn here being so close to them. His heart ached a little wondering where the boy had went. The slate man would listen to the boys questions. "Quelt rivers, im a friend of your fathers who recently returned. Im like an uncle per say though not related by blood." His ears flicked. They were such bright children fire burned in their eyes. They would grow up to be strong, while his children hadnt even gotten into the world.

"Whats your name, son of bass and wren. You have some amazing parents." Wren and bass would always be role models towards quelt no matter how old he got. As seasons passed and his life moved along, he knew he belonged in abaven no matter what happened to him. His tail flicked a bit as he watched the boy.