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S A O I R S E
Saoirse would have cowered if not for the warmth that filled his soul. Steadied him, as the voice rippled through, bursting forth and passing him to encompass the whole herd. With a long exhale, green eyes darted for the voice’s origin. And with wings that still ached from the bone monster– he propelled himself onwards.
Forever onwards.
Despite the absence of his mother, he’d kept breathing and his heart beat steadily. Her memory no longer imprinted a hopeful return. Nay, a part of the boy’s soul began to blacken with her disappearance.
He arrived with beaming eyes, seeking purchase on their deity. Relief flooded him. Saoirse made a clumsy landing along their outskirts, and caught the tail end of Farah as she began to wedge and push through the bulk separating her from their God. With a shaky breath he chased after her. Altogether nervous and excited to finally meet the God of the Sun.
Voices murur as he makes to stand beside Farah. The last of these trail from her lips like a wishful sigh.
‘Father Sun…’
Tentatively the boy offered his muzzle to the girl, pressing it briefly to her shoulder before sweeping his gaze to the Sun God. Avoiding her gaze, if he could. As he stood beside her.
Beyond awe, beyond the adoration he wished to impart on the God, he was settled foremost by his constant presence in Helovia. Unlike absent mothers and fathers, he did not fade away on any given wind or tide.
Determination set in Saoirse's eyes – briefly, before the boy dipped his head reverently. “Father Sun,” he said boldly. And wondered about his offerings; ‘Did you like my flowers?’
But perhaps the simple trivialities of their lives would go unnoticed, for the more pressing concerns inhabiting the lands. Kaos… strikes a threatening cord in his mind.
Who can stop Kaos? Surely the Sun God can, can’t he?
@Farah
