The Good Ol' Days

As Epiphron commented on her childrens age, Surreal nodded with a smile. Regulus is almost nearly my height, and he’s not done growing yet. He’s also a shocking color; he’s bright red, like fresh blood or a red poppy. He has Mothers eyes, as well…” Her tail curled about her haunches, ears drooping slightly at the thought of their late mother. She had found Epiphron; now she would have to seek out the rest of her siblings, adoptive and blood. Epiphron spoke of Arcanum, and Surreal felt her own nose wrinkle in response. “They had better.” She rolled her shoulder, wincing slightly. “If this shoulder weren’t still healing, I would follow them to see the fight, and help deal some damage.”

Epiphron at last stepped forward to embrace Surreal, and the silver and black timber tightened the embrace, her tail sweeping the ground. The question that came next, however, stilled it. This was the moment she’d been dreading, but knew she couldn’t avoid. “Epiphron... Our mother is dead…” And the dam broke. Her wall holding in the grief crumbled, her tears falling as she sagged against Pip. She’d been holding the grief at bay while she and Regulus had been lost, focused on getting back to their family alive. She had needed to be strong for Falk and Zuriel. This was the first time she had let go and truly grieved for her mother. And now it came out in a flood.