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"Are we there yet? Orion whined softly from the back of the car. The young boy was eager to be at the park and play. Well, not play so much as use his new flying toy called a Kite! His own little wings didn't let him fly and Orion wanted to know what it was like. As far as toddler logic was concerned by holding the string of a flying thing he would know all about it. To find answers and know things always pleased the little herald greatly.

"Yes" Bastion replied wearily as he pulled the car into the gravel parking lot of the park. It had been a long day so far filled with disastrous nanny interviews, interrupted phone calls to unamused clients and the disappearance of half a bowl that had up until that point been containing soup. Now Bethy er Bethany was bathing Carina and he was taking Orion out to wear himself out, usually not a hard task, so the boy would hopefully nap until dinner.

Bastion loved his strangely acquired children but they were a great deal more trying and demanding of his time and energy than he had ever anticipated. Never having been one to compromise his own position or put others needs before his own desires before it was also a bit of an adjustment for the aging man.

A few minutes later, bright Orange kite held to his chest Orion toddled into the park, his small dark wings tucked to his back to keep the light breeze from tugging at them. Soft blue eyes stared in curiosity at the tall girl lying near the swing set. Was she okay, had she fallen or was there something interesting on the ground there? Orion found a great many things of interest on the ground when he was allowed to look.

Orion broke from his father's side and veered toward the winged girl determined to investigate further.

Orion giggled he wasn't a sir and his father was only called that by the staff. Though a small frown had begun to form when the mystery girl started to move away, he wasn't done investigating her yet! When she stopped and started asking questions Orion relaxed and answered with a nod before his father could " I'm Orion and his." The words tumbled boy the little boy's mouth with pride and he actual spread the small wings in question.

Bastion had been relieved the girl was okay, a bit nervous about rescuing random people he met anymore. He politely ignored her blushing and tried to maintain eye contact without staring so as not to distress her more. "Orion is correct, he's mine in a manner of speaking." Bastion still didn't know much about what his son was and if someone was going to come looking for him, or who he'd been, someday. For now Bastion protected him and raised him and his sister as best he could but the dark haired man couldn't say for certain that he'd fight whoever Orion might truly belong too if there was some forgotten family he'd left behind.

Herald hmm? Well at least Bastion knew what Orion was now, not that it provided him with all the answers he'd wanted. Still being one of these things, and he could believe it based on her odd wings, Guinevere seemed like she could be rather informative and friendly. Normally Bastion would have been skeptical about strangers coming up to him and claiming random things, particularly ones interested in either of hid kids. This he saw though like someone recognizing another member of an endangered species and being honestly interested in them for no other reason than kinship.

Bastion nodded " That seems to be what Orion is, where do you fall from though and why? How exactly are your wings important and does the type of item really matter, I mean I gave Orion a map, will it affect things other than his wings?" Was it why the boy seemed to love wandering through the attic and manor like it was some grand adventure?

"I don't remember a map." Orion mumbled the toddler now fidgeting with the tail on his kite. He didn't remember cold or snow or anything his father said had happened before the day he woke up in what was now his bedroom.

Orion only understood about half of what Guinevere was saying but nodded anyways as he listened. Of course the toddler was curious now, what had his message thing been and how could he make himself remember it? Lost in his own mind the small herald continued to fiddle with the tail of his kite and let Guin and his father do most of the talking. Normally he was a talkative boy but now his mind was too busy thinking to work on talking as well.

This was quite a bit of information for Bastion to take in all at once especially unexpectedly. On the other hand it answered questions which was always good. Heralds sounded like a strange and almost pitiable species, they did something good, lost whatever spark of life they had and were then left at the mercy of the people who found them.. assuming anyone found them at all. Add to that being reverted to childhood and amnesia, well Bastion was suddenly a hell of a lot more fond of his own less complicated lineage and life.

Still, the idea that he might have some sort of special tie to Orion beyond that of a simple rescuer and sudden parent was interesting though. To Bastion it meant something he couldn't quite put his finger on at the moment. He'd have to think about this more later.

"Fascinating indeed," He agreed, grateful that at least one of their kind seemed to be recording their existence even if for their own purposes. " Is there anything special I should watch out for with him?" Might be a silly question he supposed what with the admitted objectiveness of the special. Ether way he rested a hand on his son's head and ruffled the pale hair fondly. He might be talking about Orion to someone else but he wasn't fully ignoring the surprisingly quiet toddler.

Bastion was rather glad Orion's previous form had wanted his map and not something more dangerous. Not that he'd really been carrying anything that fell into that category at a time. Still what' was the worst that could happen now accidental paper cut someday? That trauma via message thing was worrying though and the man could only hope Orion's was nothing negative.

"I can't sew myself to save my life but I'm sure " can find someone who does," Bastion murmured. " I can't promise him a normal childhood but" god knew his own life wasn't always stable , " But I'll do what I can." He was already doing his best what with parent hood having been suddenly thrust at him.

Orion jerked his head up to stare at Guinevere when she spoke to him again. " Mmm" Questions, did he have questions? " Can you fly?" Could he learn to fly and go places in the sky like his kite?

Bastion rather hoped Orion wouldn't try to fly, his wings looked far too small for it right now and god forbid he try it by doing something like jumping off the second story. Still the idea that his son might fly someday was intriguing. He nodded in response to Guine's words as he thought though, if nothing else he was trying with Orion. "I don't see a problem staying in touch and as long as you don't want to experiment on him or ask him to keep secrets" there was a mild warning tone there in the man's voice, same species or not the two were not to attempt to hide things from him, " I think it should be fine."

Orion stretched his dark wings out as much as possible and grinned "I'm exciting" he proclaimed proudly. He surprised his father every day and he explored new things, like the very dusty attic, doing as much as he could until he small body was worn out and he just curled up somewhere for a nap.

Bastion nodded as he slipped the phone number into his pocket. " I'd appreciate that." He didn't have business card on himself at the moment but he could always call the young woman later and call display would give her his number. " It's been a pleasure meeting you." The dark haired man could tell Guinevere wanted to go and he'd run out of things to say as it was.

Orion made a noise of confirmation to echo his father's sentiments, the young herald somewhat distracted again by the tail of his kite which was not threaded through his fingers.