Leaving. Quidel's heart beat frantically with excitement, while another part could have wept with sorrow. In the short time he'd been in this world, he'd come to love the land. Leaving it would be hard to do, but it wasn't as if he could stay. He was only a young one, with strengths just begining to emerge. That, and he was rather fond, for lack of a better word, of his large family -- mother, father, brothers, sisters... the whole lot of them. Although, to show it wasn't something he made any habit of.
He decided, after some thought, to leave some bit of himself in this land -- something he cherished, and all who knew him knew he loved; his skulls.
They'd been the toys he'd play with on the long hot days, ever since he came accross the desert hare skull. He'd been facinated, and gathered as many as he could find. He had a fairly impressive collection, and plenty to choose from, however it only seemed right for him to leave the one that had started it all - the hare skull. But then, he realised he wouldn't be able to take the rest with him anyway, so the hole he had begun to dig in the sand grew larger to encompass them all. It was a tiresome task - one he had spent the entire day doing, but finally there he was, in the bottom of the hole that reached the middle of his chest.
Climbing out, he nosed, each skull into the hole. Once that task was complete, he sat and panted, little tongue lolling, till he realized how undignified he must have appeared, and went back to covering his treasure.
Now, like most young children who didn't fully grasp the concepts of gods, or spirits, and the like, Quidel made a little prayer to Finar-si, concerning all the little things a child worries over - trivial things. Though sweet in its innocence, it would probably be something an older, more knowledgeable Quidel would look on, and shake his head in exhasperation and embarrassment.
But that would be then, and this was now. Now the young son of Kenna and Jiryan was but a child who was leaving all he had ever known. That was all of the situation his young mind could fully understand. There were other things said, about the pride dieing, but with so many other young ones his age around, he didn't see how that was so --- he didn't know that, because they were relations, that they would not be able to bring fourth a right and propper next generation to fule the pride. He didn't understand that it was in that little fact which meant the pride was dieing.
However, as he looked at the sky, his emerald eyes gleamed with something that would make one think otherwise, of his childish innocence, as he said aloud;
"I don't know what the future holds,...but I'll face it with courage, pride, and honor."
The young Firekin's heart kindled with a flame that burned so genuinely, and he truely beleived what he said. There was nothing he wished for more than to make his mother proud. To be the best Firekin he could. To fight with paws of fire and weild a roar like the flames consuming all that stood to oppose its path.
And when the day came and he asked his mother if he made her proud, whe prayed he'd hear;
"Every day."
