Reflecting|Aegestrom, Maelstrom
Apr 4, 2010 20:36:48 GMT -5
Post by Northen Light36 on Apr 4, 2010 20:36:48 GMT -5
Shadow was sitting in the manor's sunroom, one of the few places in the Manor where he could take a break from work and relax. Flash, Lumi and Lya were about the only people who would seak him out here, everyone else was forbidden to disturb him for anything less then an emergency.
Built at highest level of the Manor, the small, rounded sunroom had a fantastic veiw out over most of the city and the huge windows take took up most of the walls took full advantage of that. Shadow's reason for favouring this room though had little to do with the veiw of his own city and more to do with the fact that, from here, he could just make out the shape of the Naurorod volcano off in the distance. Being able to see that had always made him feel closer to his Naurorod friends, and he wanted that feeling of closeness right now.
Damien and Kara were long gone, which left him to keep an eye on Tres and Ann for them. And he wasn't sure he wasn't failing that duty. Tres was sick, Gemma had been kidnapped - though thankfully rescued unharmed - and a blind man could see the strain between Tres and Ann.
It was that strain that bothered Shadow the most as he gazed out towards the volcano. Ann needed her family around her, and that was only he and Tres now, really. And, thankfully, little Aly. Shadow had never been so glad to welcome a child into the world as he had Naurorod's infant heir. Some of the darkness he'd seen in his niece's eyes had lifted when she'd first seen her daughter and the icy grip of fear had lifted, somewhat, from his heart.
He was still going to be worried about her for as long as she and Tres were fighting. No child should be as alone as Ann was, but the time flux and Damien's death had left her in a difficult position.
She was too young for most of the other Leaders to consider her their equal and the majority of her friends were still children. It would be a lonely way to live, Shadow thought and sighed regretfully as he ran a finger over the faint scar on his right wrist. "You did her no favours rasing her as your Heir, Dami," he murmured to the empty room. "Not and leaving her so quickly."
Not for the first time in the last few years, Shadow cursed the time flux and uttered a silent prayer that Ann could hold herself together until the current generation of Leaders were replaced by their Heirs. Ruefully, Shadow thought that the children might do a far better job then their parents had.
Built at highest level of the Manor, the small, rounded sunroom had a fantastic veiw out over most of the city and the huge windows take took up most of the walls took full advantage of that. Shadow's reason for favouring this room though had little to do with the veiw of his own city and more to do with the fact that, from here, he could just make out the shape of the Naurorod volcano off in the distance. Being able to see that had always made him feel closer to his Naurorod friends, and he wanted that feeling of closeness right now.
Damien and Kara were long gone, which left him to keep an eye on Tres and Ann for them. And he wasn't sure he wasn't failing that duty. Tres was sick, Gemma had been kidnapped - though thankfully rescued unharmed - and a blind man could see the strain between Tres and Ann.
It was that strain that bothered Shadow the most as he gazed out towards the volcano. Ann needed her family around her, and that was only he and Tres now, really. And, thankfully, little Aly. Shadow had never been so glad to welcome a child into the world as he had Naurorod's infant heir. Some of the darkness he'd seen in his niece's eyes had lifted when she'd first seen her daughter and the icy grip of fear had lifted, somewhat, from his heart.
He was still going to be worried about her for as long as she and Tres were fighting. No child should be as alone as Ann was, but the time flux and Damien's death had left her in a difficult position.
She was too young for most of the other Leaders to consider her their equal and the majority of her friends were still children. It would be a lonely way to live, Shadow thought and sighed regretfully as he ran a finger over the faint scar on his right wrist. "You did her no favours rasing her as your Heir, Dami," he murmured to the empty room. "Not and leaving her so quickly."
Not for the first time in the last few years, Shadow cursed the time flux and uttered a silent prayer that Ann could hold herself together until the current generation of Leaders were replaced by their Heirs. Ruefully, Shadow thought that the children might do a far better job then their parents had.