something had dragged the newly adult here. maybe it was the death of their father or that their father and other parent had founded their love among the forests of the gaia temple. a soft sigh left their lips. o terris, te desidero. venire ad nos. et diluculo tempus vernum... et ego audiam te, pater. there is raw emotion in the spoken voice that is the fallen king's spawn. a soft whine leaves their lips then a calling howl for the fallen king. they wonder who has taken his place. not that they would ever be good enough like briar was. the call is ended and the sadness in the fire and ice eyes clashes with a small smile that erupts on their lips. the smell of the fresh plants... the warmth even in the midst of winter. tears run down their face, heartbreak shatters the silence of the forest. in between the birds singing and the leaves rustling, it is probably not heard. a metaphor of a tree falling in the middle of the forest rings through their head. oh how silent it had been in their mind, but now, the birds were singing there too.
Somnus: this is all i could spit out! i hope it good enough.
