He wanders far from the grips of the icy north, finding his way to the shoreline. He watches as the waves come crashing in, smashing against the rocks and rolling in over the sands. His mind weighs heavily upon his children that lay in the Edge… Both of his twins he hadn’t seen since birth and had every intention of seeing them again. Déodat has never heavily involved himself in his children’s upbringing, but he was never distant. He is present as much as he can be, but even then he knows he is not a conventionally warm father. His love for his children runs deep even if he is not close to any of them. The red warrior ponders for the well being for both the mother and his foals, Nyx having nearly died from the experience. 

            Odette romps about in the waves and he can see her white body bobbing up and down, while he just stands up to his ankles out in the water. Tendrils of his dark tail hairs float along in the water until he starts to walk. He sloshes along through the water with no particular direction. In the distance he can make out the sound of a boyish giggle and he smiles, knowing it’s a foal. He can make out the shape of a light colt flailing about in the water and he quickly recognizes the child as his son.

            Without any hesitation he draws closer towards him with both ears pricked forward. “Libertad..” He calls to the child who stops from his games and stares at him with wide blue eyes. He trots right up to the colt who pins his ears against his skull puffing up his chest to look intimidating to the stallion. Déodat fights back a laugh as he watches the boy. “Quite the little warrior already,” he says with a nod of approval.

            “Yes!” Libertad says only raising his head up higher. “I’mma be the best knight ever! I’mma keep d’Arcy safe from bad guys like you!” Déodat raises a brow, realizing perhaps the boy doesn’t know him but simply nods.

            “Very good,” he says with a nod. “A good brother always takes care of his sister.” Libertad nods before he tilts his head. “Who’re you?” “I am Déodat, your father.” He says simply and the boy only nods and quickly loses interest in the man and gallops off to resume his play. 
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Déodat sees Nyx appear and he smiles a bit, at least he can trust that his children don’t go unattended. He can’t help but pity the boy a bit, though. He can remember the days as a colt with his mother breathing down his neck and appearing only when he found his way to trouble. He gives Nyx a wink back before she goes off to herd back their son. Despite his son’s embarrassment he can’t help but chuckle at the sight of the mother grooming her child. He offers a slight dip of his head to Libertad before he turns his attention back to Nyx.


            “I’d love to see how she has grown as well,” Déodat says nodding. “I have been well.” Without a word his eyes turn to the small red body that appears. He offers his daughter a warm smile. “Hello there d’Arcy,” he says before watching the exchange between the siblings. The closeness between the pair makes him glad. He had wished to nurture such a thing between Mirabella and Arya, but of course, his true lack of heavy involvement in their lives might’ve prevented that. D’Arcy snaps him from his thoughts and he looks at the girl. A brow raises at the expression and bluntness of her words, and he is quick to view it as disrespect.. He glances at Nyx briefly before looking back down at his daughter.

            “Sometimes I wander from the north,” Déodat says simply. “A change of scenery is nice from time to time.” Her next question takes him by surprise and he laughs. He beckons Odette over through their bond and the dog charges over, dripping wet. “She is a dog, not a lion,” he explains. “Unlike your mother’s feline companion, she was born without a mane.”  
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                Déodat’s brows shoot up when his son speaks and he glances Nyx. The sound of girlish laughter fills the air and he looks at d’Arcy. It is even more surprising He lets her intervene, unsure of how the mother might wish to address the situation. After a few moments he finally finds the humor in the situation and gives out a loud laugh. He then looks over at Nyx with an amused expression on his face. “I shouldn’t be so surprised by the tactlessness of these two,” he says glancing at the twins. “They are the children of soldiers not diplomats.” 


            d’Arcy steps forward and offers her apologies. It comes as a surprise and even he can already see the silvertongue developing in his daughter. Wherever she got it he is already sure she didn’t get it from his side of the family. He smiles down at his daughter and dips his head. “It is quite alright.” He says with a slight smile. Deep down he knows if any other had spoken in such idiocy he would’ve met them with contempt, but  these are his children.. There are few things that his children could do to not earn his forgiveness.

            Again d’Arcy presses him with questions and he is quite glad to answer.  Much like his son, her magic sinks it’s claws into him and the warmth on his face only seems to grow. There is almost excitement in his eyes as he thinks of his home.

           “It is very different from the Edge.” He explains, “We are nestled high up in the mountains. It is always very cold and very snowy, even during the summer time.” He is eager to one day show his twins the Basin.. Perhaps introduce them to their sisters should he ever find Arya or Mirabella again. “The north is filled solely with our kind.. A sanctuary for the crowned of Helovia.” It is an unconscious attempt to plant the seed of his ‘racism’. A subtle nudge to push his children to the understanding of their superiority, simply a father’s need for his children to see they are valuable.  

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