give me moonlight when I'm leaving; Posted on February 1, 2025 at 11:41:54 PM by Arroyo
Arroyo's mind turns to his youngest son. Naoise is growing faster than Arroyo thought possible. Two years has flown by and the bay dun colt has begun to fill out. His son often patrols the borders of the territory alone now, and Arroyo cannot help but think of Matoskah when he was this age. He often wonders of his eldest - where in the world he has settled, or if he has settled at all. Arroyo huffs. He doesn't necessarily feel settled himself. Not to a particular place, anyway.
His boys are different from eachother in surprising ways. It was clear early on that Mato would not stay long with the family band. Arroyo is not sure his pale son had ever forgiven him for allowing Vulcan to take the Harbor without a fight - instead choosing to hide out in the jungles of Atlantis until he could return with a challenge. Though Arroyo had won back their home, the coldness never really left his son. Perhaps now, if Mato is out there with a family of his own to protect, he may understand his father's motives.
Naoise is a much easier son. A relentless tease to his sisters, admittedly. But far less brooding. Perhaps his sisters have something to do with it. Undoubtedly, Arroyo's own sisters had kept him in line as an unruly colt.
Arroyo does wonder though, what his growing children might want from this life. Sionainn, Azahara, Naoise. He sighs at the passage of time, wishing the world would turn slower. Replies: There have been no replies.