Entry 353
Character Addendum: Petros
The boy lay back in the wilderness of the forest, head resting on the flank of a great wolf that watched the world lazily. Uragar whispered the secrets of the wild world into his ears as his blue eyes watched daylight shine through the leaves, he was utterly content. The fall was here, and leaves fell to make a comfortable bed upon the ground. his cloak wrapped around him. His eyes shone with a wild cunning and burning desire to know the world. His father said this was his mother's fault. He believed it completely.
A light crack of wood as she dropped from the branches, a few fall leaves floating through the air.
"Come on, the fall is here, and it is time you spend with your father. Learn well, he has much to teach you."
"yeah yeah..."The boy sat up slowly and grinned, no older than eight years old. He loved his parents. Two seperate worlds, only rarely touching, but they both loved him so much, he could not help but be happy. In the summers, he was with her, running the wild lands and hunting with the wolves. He embraced it with a passion that was second to none.
The child kipped to his feet and ran to clutch his mother's hand, still small in her strong touch. They walked together in the forest for a long while in silence. Liendriel knew the value of silence when times were heavy with emotion. As the clearing up ahead came into view a man stood, if he could be called a man. A thing of ice and stone and fae magic, he knelt down the moment he saw the boy and held out a hand. The boy in turn would wait for his mother's permission, a gentle shooing before he ran and climbed into his cold arms. a tight hug and words of affection exchanged, before he stood. The man's eyes turned towards his mother.
"Orchid..." Word whispered so softly it might not have been spoke at all. before he took her hands in his. The boy, as much as he knew, was young, and could not understand the depths of what words were said or left unsaid. The look of respect and warm affection they both held for one another.
The two talked with one another, and the black and grey wolves of the summertime forest danced and played with the white of the winter wolves that acommpanied his father. The boy watched and played. For the day, they were a family, and then as dusk settled, they said thier farewells. The boy's hand was in his father's now. and his forest attire replaced with a cleaner, more regal outfit, one that he pulled at and growled at like a thing in prison. he was a child after all, and they always hated dressing up.
"To the winter court my son. Just for a brief moment. Klee, Alhena, Kalten and the others will want to see you. then you can go play with the wolves in the icevine."
Orchid bid her farewells for the winter, she would visit of course, but they were of different worlds, and in his young estimation, that only made it better. Such a grand place this was, that two so different could love one another, so far away and apart, could have met and fought side by side, and brought him into the world from passion and mutual regard. And so he grinned and laughed and danced, he was still young after all, and had much to learn of the world, all he knew was that he was loved, and the rest, would come with time. From his mother, the wild ways, of the wolves and trees, of passion and forest things. From his father, the courts, respect and honor, how to play with words as easily as you could a sword. If he was lucky, he could learn to dance the blades from the Winter Lord himself, and run the forest from Liendra and Uragar. This was thier child. Wild eyes and ice blue gaze, ferocity of the wolf and the grace of winter. To say he was a handful was an understatement, but what good story ever starts or ends with "But i was a tottally well behaved child..."
The boy lay back in the wilderness of the forest, head resting on the flank of a great wolf that watched the world lazily. Uragar whispered the secrets of the wild world into his ears as his blue eyes watched daylight shine through the leaves, he was utterly content. The fall was here, and leaves fell to make a comfortable bed upon the ground. his cloak wrapped around him. His eyes shone with a wild cunning and burning desire to know the world. His father said this was his mother's fault. He believed it completely.
A light crack of wood as she dropped from the branches, a few fall leaves floating through the air.
"Come on, the fall is here, and it is time you spend with your father. Learn well, he has much to teach you."
"yeah yeah..."The boy sat up slowly and grinned, no older than eight years old. He loved his parents. Two seperate worlds, only rarely touching, but they both loved him so much, he could not help but be happy. In the summers, he was with her, running the wild lands and hunting with the wolves. He embraced it with a passion that was second to none.
The child kipped to his feet and ran to clutch his mother's hand, still small in her strong touch. They walked together in the forest for a long while in silence. Liendriel knew the value of silence when times were heavy with emotion. As the clearing up ahead came into view a man stood, if he could be called a man. A thing of ice and stone and fae magic, he knelt down the moment he saw the boy and held out a hand. The boy in turn would wait for his mother's permission, a gentle shooing before he ran and climbed into his cold arms. a tight hug and words of affection exchanged, before he stood. The man's eyes turned towards his mother.
"Orchid..." Word whispered so softly it might not have been spoke at all. before he took her hands in his. The boy, as much as he knew, was young, and could not understand the depths of what words were said or left unsaid. The look of respect and warm affection they both held for one another.
The two talked with one another, and the black and grey wolves of the summertime forest danced and played with the white of the winter wolves that acommpanied his father. The boy watched and played. For the day, they were a family, and then as dusk settled, they said thier farewells. The boy's hand was in his father's now. and his forest attire replaced with a cleaner, more regal outfit, one that he pulled at and growled at like a thing in prison. he was a child after all, and they always hated dressing up.
"To the winter court my son. Just for a brief moment. Klee, Alhena, Kalten and the others will want to see you. then you can go play with the wolves in the icevine."
Orchid bid her farewells for the winter, she would visit of course, but they were of different worlds, and in his young estimation, that only made it better. Such a grand place this was, that two so different could love one another, so far away and apart, could have met and fought side by side, and brought him into the world from passion and mutual regard. And so he grinned and laughed and danced, he was still young after all, and had much to learn of the world, all he knew was that he was loved, and the rest, would come with time. From his mother, the wild ways, of the wolves and trees, of passion and forest things. From his father, the courts, respect and honor, how to play with words as easily as you could a sword. If he was lucky, he could learn to dance the blades from the Winter Lord himself, and run the forest from Liendra and Uragar. This was thier child. Wild eyes and ice blue gaze, ferocity of the wolf and the grace of winter. To say he was a handful was an understatement, but what good story ever starts or ends with "But i was a tottally well behaved child..."