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Midas take away the pain inflicted on me, the hunger you're letting me feed “Ye speaks true, I say thank ye,” the response was managed lightly and without even a single scowl toward her mismatched jest upon a ‘bird’ reference. The meaning of such statement was true enough. Every youth fled the home of their fathers to visit other territories and eventually leave a mark upon this world. I knew it, but understanding the context and living by it were two different beasts entirely. In all honesty I’d grown used to living beneath the shadows of pines, the thundering water. But this beautiful paradise couldn’t mend distance between my son and daughter. I craved their presence, for my eldest children to draw near me and aid in the rearing of this (my) new family. But nay, seemed this body was cursed to be surrounded by yearning eyes and loving friends, but lack the ability to uphold a true blood tie. Seele mentioned that she’d been trying to ease use into the transition. I nodded and said nothing at first, “There are scarce few physical discomforts.” This place was easier to reside, than a desert had ever been, “I’ve grown to care for this family and its many souls,” tone is delicate, as if I’m brushing a fine layer of dust from a leaf, “There is little ye can do. Though I am grateful for thee and honored by the patience that’s been shown.” There was no cure. Only distraction, for I had chosen the lonely path—one of honor and leadership. “What of ye?” Gaze shifts to lock eyes with her, narrowing gently as they peer past the restrictive mask she usually wore, “How fairs thee in all this?” |
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