(Soren's little siblings can come in a bit later if they feel like it, just Sarak for now though.)
He had wanted to disappear without so much as a trace, but then he had also wanted to believe that Kismet had been right… had wanted to believe that his “family” could be trusted. He was getting used to being disappointed. He had slipped away and thought himself nearly a ghost but then a nagging had tugged at his mind. His siblings had chosen their own personal Isardis and he couldn’t leave them to wonder if he had abandoned them just as their mother had…
He had wandered the Willows a lot as lately and had caught the scent of Sarak, luckily he had avoided running into the man. Now he was truly seeking him out, and some part of him wondered what was wrong with him. Sarak had once tried to be his father and now Soren saw more of his blood father in the man than anything else. So his mother’s former lover had gotten his wish, he had become another Isardis in Soren’s life when the original was more than enough.
With an uncharacteristic growl the boy violently threw his head back calling for Sarak. The emotions he had held back, the ones that had festered within him ringing through his call, anger but more than that pain.
"Speech"
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