| Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.0 :: Three Years [Tallsun Born] HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Sparrow |
A ways behind the dark specter that was his sister, Luken’s chocolate eyes witnessed the birth of a new day. Where one twin wandered, the other was not too far to follow… And for the pale colt, that was okay. Laila had become his world; she was his other half, the yin to his yang, the constant companion that he had bonded with since the day of his conception. Where some equines in this world traveled with their beloved creature-Companions, like their dear Weyrleader Mirage, Luken knew he would never wish or yearn for one. His companion had already been granted to him by the miracle and mercy of the Gods themselves, and that individual was his twin, Laila.
Right now, he could feel the troublesome thoughts radiating off of her, and the ghostly boy had an inkling as to what, exactly, it was about. As one day faded, another would begin… As one season passed, another would rise to take its place. It was the laws of life, and even though you may not like them, there is nothing one can do but accept it and continue on. That was the outlook that Luken had regarding the sensitive topic of his mother, Tor.
She had left. Why? He, nor Laila, truly knew. Was she unhappy in the Edge with them? Had he and Laila done anything wrong to upset her? The unpleasant thought that perhaps Destrier and Tor had experienced a troubling argument passed through is head, but just as quickly it had passed without a second thought. No. A fight is not what had lured Tor away from the Edge, and her family, for Destrier had loved her…. Whatever the reason, Luken understood now that there had been nothing in his power that he could have done to stop it. Like the rise and fall of the sun, the come and go of the tides, one simply had to accept it. And so he had.
Yet that didn't mean he had moved on.
'Luken. Luken?'
Chocolate eyes filled with pain and remorse lingered upon his ebony clad sister, colorless ears twitching forwards at the sound of her voice. She called for him, her tender vocals dancing upon the stale air, and one creamy-kissed hoof took a step forward on its own accord. When she called to him, there was nothing that he could deny her. The ever-growing colt moved through the thistle-filled brush of the meadow, his eyes only on the solitary form of his twin. He yearned to help her, to take her pain away… But how could he? A child-knight or not, there was little Luken knew how to do, aside from simply be there if she needed.
“I’m here, La-La,” he beckoned as he stepped up closer behind her, his voice soft and gentle. While not as deep as his voice would get as he aged, there had already been a considerable change in Luken’s vocals during his growth thus far. The precious name only meant for Laila fell from his pale lips, brows furrowing in concern as he approached, and he paused only a breath’s width behind her, muzzle stretching out towards her shoulder. He moved closer then, pushing the tall grasses aside and then moved to press his face into his twin’s warm side, if she would so let him. “La-La… It’ll be okay, I know it will. Do you miss Mother?” It was a pointless question, for he already knew the answer… But the mutt-colt hoped that his question would help Laila to talk, and in so, help guide her towards healing.
LUKEN
One Day, I Shall Walk the Path of the Righteous
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