I don't know what had caused the urge to go home to come to me today. I had thought about it a long time ago, when I'd gotten injured, but I never went through with it, and for whatever reason, I never really put much thought into it anymore. I should have though. I never knew him, not in the way Eloah knew him. Maybe some of that was Mom being so pissed off at him, maybe it was because I never felt like I was perfect enough for his standards. Or at least, it felt that way. Crappy, but I never talked to him about it, or brought it up to him. I guess I was just too....afraid to hear the truth from him. I shook my head at the thought of it. I didn't per say need his approval, but at the same time, I felt as if there was a empty space. I had always been closer to my mother, and lets just be honest, Renai was not the best example to lead by.

I let my eyes shut as I thought back to how pissed mom had been when he had stolen us back to Glorall years ago. She'd ranted and raved for days on end, never pleased. She had her own reasons, but just seeing her that way had always set me into a mindset that maybe I shouldn't trust him. But I wanted more than anything to get over that feeling. I needed to see if he was really as bad as mom had made him out to be when I was younger.

I found myself thinking, unaware of my surroundings for a little, until I felt as if I was no longer alone. I opened my eyes, gold eyes staring into his own. His coloring is Eloah, whereas I look like mom. It was one of those ways I felt as if I didn't belong. I heard that rumble of his voice, and I let myself sit in the sand, full tail wrapping around my legs, my left leg lifted slightly off the ground. It had become more of a habit than I realized since the injury. Ugh. "Father." The response was short, hesitating almost. I let my eyes watch him for a few more moments, trying to figure out what exactly I was supposed to say to him. He was part of the reason I was alive. What do you say to him? "I've been thinking of visiting for quite some time now, why this moment was when I came. I'm not sure." My brow furrows for a moment, deep in thought. I wished I knew how to act with him, because whether we got along or not, he is my father.