If I loved her only half as much as I love you, she would be blessed with more love than any greater parent ever gave their child ( Read more... )

“Where is he ( Read more... )

He stirred awake with a start, looking around their small camp with bleary confusion. Had he been... ? He ran one hand through Quinn's hair and held the blood elf tighter for a moment to prove he was still there, still breathing, still. Daimd heaved a deep sigh a rolled away, rising to attend to the ashes of the dying fire ( Read more... )

“Tell me your name ( Read more... )

You ease his bangs back from where they've stuck to his brow, granting yourself a clear view of his face. You don't know who started the biting this time, only that his mouth is already starting to show the bruises. You touch his lips gently with your fingers before stroking his cheek with your knuckles, brushing away the streaked dirt and blood. ( Read more... )

Daimd's excellent memory for names extends to his childhood. He remembers his mother's name, but not his mother; he remembers his father's name, but not his father. He remembers his half-brother, but not when Yoouk was born. He remembers being a child, once, but he does not remember playing games with his tribemates, or his first hunt, or any of ( Read more... )

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You are a patient creature, so waiting means little to you. You ease yourself up on one elbow to watch him wrench a cloak about his shoulders (too little warmth, you think, for his thin frame) and say nothing as he commands you to stay. What to say? You'll be there when he returns ( Read more... )

He's come back. My father has come back to us for the first time in many years, and he is alone. I would be joyous, but he is changed, somehow. He still smiles to all of us, and he passes the day as he used to, but there is something decidedly different. The sense of him itself has changed-something I cannot put my finger on ( Read more... )

Daimd did not believe in fate or destiny or any sort of higher powers, to speak of. He believed, sometimes, in the best of moods, that his ancestors probably did spend some of their infinite afterlife watching him, though he did strongly suspect that he was boring and tame for their tastes. Magically dispatching your enemies was far less messy and ( Read more... )