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11-05-2013, 01:57 PM
Midas take away the pain inflicted on me, the hunger you're letting me feed Apollo hadn’t changed. He still had a kindness about him, a tolerance and gentleness. I was thankful that the trials of a leader wasn’t causing his heart to grow hard. He smiled at me and returned our welcoming gesture affectionately. I felt more than just a twinge of symphony unfurl when my dear brother admitted that Foothills was struggling with politics. Their bridges hadn’t exactly been well maintained…ever since the whole Basin mess; but at least some of the boards could be salvaged to build anew. I watched as the glow fell from his features and sobered into a frown; my heart sank another few inches. “You have not seen her?” Her. Meaning neither of them I supposed. Ktulu hadn’t come for my counsel when she chose to leave, neither of my girls had even made the journey to visit. Saying that their choices didn’t sting would be a lie. My body felt hot and uncomfortable again, but for different reason, “Ranjiri is here? Ktulu left our daughter alone?” Shock was evident in my tone, and for the first time in a long while a spark of fury rose in the normally calm pits of my gaze. Ranjiri was still small, surely too young to be without the guidance of a parent figure. This world was dangerous for our youth. Apollo offered me by his side; my head nodded once and the body slipped to his side. But my mind was still left behind, frozen at the border. I breathed out, gathering myself before admitting a truth that was becoming more and more final with each step, “I haven’t seen or heard from either of them in nearly a season.” Maybe there was a good excuse. Maybe. Knowing that there was little to nothing Apollo could do about my family problems, I added, "Don't let the politics overwhelm; don't lose yourself." |
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