He offered his own tired smile to Kisla. He was fast approaching his sixth spring in this realm, and age was starting to show in the slight greying around his coal-coloured lips. Two girls, she had told him, and the River lord's heart soared. Still, he could not help but think of those two lifeless bodies their loyal scout had stolen away ... this had been his fault. His inability to protect their last home had led to their lives being lost. It left his mouth bitter with self disappointment; how could he have been so weak, so unable to defend his land and his family?
He cooed softly at his daughter as he shuffled out of her way. Names would have to wait then, wouldn't they? "My sweetling." He nuzzled her behind the ear as he took to sitting on his haunches, allowing Karina to deliver the herbs to the fatigued mother. He cast a glance to his son, sauntering over to sit beside him with a warm smile. "You'll meet them soon, Orren." He nodded in an attempt to reassure the lad that was his second son. "You have to protect your siblings when they're so young and weak, you know. I hope you're willing to patrol the borders at least a little." The king knew of Orren's tendency to procrastinate. The father had never pressured the adolescent, though. No, he had allowed him to bloom at his own pace.
Maksim offered his son a wink. "I remember when you were that small," he teased with a rumbling chuckle. When Kisla was ready to call him back, he would come ... for now, he sat beside the second of his boys.
we are shining in the rising sun, as we are floating in the blue