Once he hit solid ground the ghost released his son from his jaws, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Kyrios was safe and that was all that mattered. He rested his chin atop his son’s shoulder, a relieved smile working its way onto his pale maw. For now he ignored his water-logged fur, his lanky body not yet ready to move. A soft chuckle rolled off his tongue at the boy’s comment as he pressed his nose to Ky’s pale forehead. “Next time you’ll get it,” he offered in encouragement, his tail thumping lazily against the ground. Just a little more practice and the Aegina would be an expert in crossing rivers—this was only a minor setback.

“You move fast.” His grin widened at the compliment, his head tilting to the side as he studied his son. “And soon you will, too,” he retorted, bumping his nose to the boy’s forehead once more. “If you were blessed with my long legs, of course.” So far Kyrios and his sister looked like a perfect mix of both of their parents, aside from their eye colours. Atropos’ had begun to change into a colour similar to Lachesis’, while Kyrios seemed to be adopting the same golden hue Naia had. But how would adulthood treat them? Would they possess the same lanky, tall stature as their father or the compact, swift frame of their mother?

“Now that we’ve crossed the river, where would you like to go?” He asked suddenly as he pushed himself into a stand. The healer gave a violent shake to rid himself of the water that soaked through his fur, purposely trying to spray the pale Aegina. 

“You won’t look wonky, don’t worry,” he chuffed in amusement at his son’s comment, his chartreuse gaze softening as he studied the ivory boy. If the Aegina was lucky he would be the perfect blend of his mother and father; Lachesis’ tall frame and Naia’s solid build. Unlike his sister, he did not have a green paw. Pursuing the role of healer later in life did not appeal to him. No, Kyrios was much better suited for a scouting role, or perhaps a hunter or guardian. No matter what path the ivory youth chose, XIX would support him. He pressed a slobbery lick to the Aegina’s forehead and nudged his shoulder with his own. “Okay, maybe a little wonky,” he chirped as his tail wagged enthusiastically behind him.

For a moment XIX thought that his son was going to suggest going back across the river to Hearthwood. Once the boy showered the ghost with his own assault of water drops all doubts were erased. A wide grin tugged at his lips as Kyrios gave him an affectionate shove before taking off, leaving the lanky ghost at the water’s edge. “Lead the way!” He called after the boy as he followed close behind, his wonky legs allowing him to catch up to Kyrios quickly. Until his son was ready to return home, they would explore, for he did not want to hinder his adventurous spirit. For now, there were no limits.

Fade.