Meadow

They were like two brothers, thrown out of their homes and dashed upon the seas. Neither compatriots or enemies, but their memories are slowly coming back, and the cold stink of home is upon them. Men borne of the rocks and the stones, with winter in their blood and the names of allegedly great fathers on their lips.

They are forever tied, now.

The boy- a boy among men- scrambles to his feet and addresses them, asking childish questions when children best not dabble in the war talks of their elders. “Cold.” He answers carelessly in kind, a sweet double entendre- first an observation at the frigid retaliation from the grullo stallion, and in answer to the boy’s questions about the Cove.

It was cold.

“Array is dead.” Thankful, grateful, and pleased. That is the tone of his voice, an almost happy lilt to his words as he admits the demise of his father. Crude and un-sonly, he forgot of his own children that bore his name, no doubt they were as ashamed of him as he had been of his own father. Family life had been left behind him, just as his sweet white and blue sister had left him for the sea. It seems his kind were apt to drowning in its depths.

Their homes, true kingdoms, have been mighty and powerful. The reign of Tinuvel had reached as far as the white-hot sands of Salem, and the stories of their fathers, and their fathers’ fathers, had been sung to children as they fell asleep at night. “With it, went our families.” His sorrow is for the loss of the greatness of home. Now a cold and barren husk, the Cove was barely a shadow of it’s former glory.

Anawar, though, battered and scarred, had risen from the ashes just as the others had risen from the sea. Wounded but healed, his ominous appearance lends to a sort of survivability that was admired amongst his peers. A sort of fight in him that was found in wounded dogs- a snarl and a tooth about him that made him a little more frightening than the others. “I feel better than I have in a long time.” A little smile, black and barely noticeable, as he feels his heart leap noticeable at the joy of finding a brother- a true brother in arms. “Are you to return to your ancestral home?”He asks as the clouds crack overhead, and the snow begins its descent, lightly at first.