Inari stayed silent as his father spoke, Inari held ride in his family, his blood, and he cared deeply for his father. All he ever tried to do in his life was attempt to become something his own father could be proud of, something that would bring pride to the family. His sister was older now, as were his brothers, and now everything seemed to have a little something torn away from hte edges leaving an empty space.
Inari wondered if it will ever be filled.
Inari stood up, back straight, eyes focused, determined, warmth in his heart and roared back to his father with all he could muster to show that he was proud to have Amari as his father.
Ever so proud.
Imara watched with glistening eyes, and tears trickled from them softly, and she winced, blinked, and winced again. Why did it hurt so badly? Imara cried for the first time in her life, and it pained her tiny heart, and as her father roared good-bye, Imara stood at his side, a silent whisper.
She would see him again.
And then they could fly together...
