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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:05 pm
Kniene let the silence stretch. He was good at silences. Perhaps it was because he never, in fact, had to endure them. The whisper of Her presence was always there, like the memory of a tune but not the words to join it.
The tea cup remained on the table, and his gaze lingered there, tracing woodgrains.
"I don't want my son to leave, Kian. He is happy here, as much as he is capable. The world he left was never kind to him."
He lifted his eyes, then.
"I do not think, if he understood his fate to be his own, that he would leave. Maybe. He wears loyalty like chains on his wrists, and Narin was the first to hold them."
"But I will not deny myself the knowledge that I have been a father to him, as much as he has allowed it." He took a slow, sighing breath, and shook his head.
"We are born, we dance while the Lady calls the tunes, the song ends and we die. Everything is lost. But it matters. And when we lose, when someone is taken from us or turns their back... then those moments we have, those memories, maybe they matter most of all."
"It is hard to be alone, Kian. You will always have a place here. I hope you know that."
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 7:08 pm
"He expects little due to that loyalty." Kian stood, then, having had released his cup the moment previous. Large shoulders rose and fell and had he been the sort to warm and smile, he would have at the older man.
Instead, he hesitated and took a step back.
"Tsu values you. I do know that much, Kniene." His main two eyes flickered to the exit; Kian bobbed his head just mildly. "I need to be going. Give this to Tsu, for me?" The envelope was laid on the counter and Kian, for once impolite when it came to the Ladys man, turned and left as quickly as he could.
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