Jan 08 2019, 11:24 AM
Aure arced upwards, closer to the ceiling and towards the wall where his father lay awake in death. A pit of dread settled in his stomach, as he marveled over the sheer cliff and rather worn path. Checking around for Eythan — just in case — the child carefully took his gifts into his beak and plodded into the cairn. The entryway was much smaller than he had remembered it being, and he nearly forgot to duck before he hit his forehead on the roof. Regardless, bright eyes immediately found the Bone King quite literally immortalized in bones sans his own sternum. Aure stepped carefully, not wanting to make a single sound. He set the cuff down first, nestling next it to the amethyst and the gently glowing femur. As it sat by itself, the wyvern carefully arranged each fragile shard of gemstone.
Work complete, the little one carefully made his way beneath the King's right wing. "Father…" he began softly, resting his head against the king's skull. "I'm sorry for being gone for so long. I was exploring the caves, meeting others, helping others—" Aure nodded slightly towards the golden cuff, "like you would have, I think. I didn't know if I wanted to be the Bone King, if I could be." A sigh. "I met a dog who called himself Black. I learned how to use the light and how to use the winds. I can make tornados now. And I learned that Kings who called themselves that weren't truly that. I don't want to do that. I want to earn that title, to deserve it. Like you did. Like you still do." The little one did not know much of the old King's achievements, his accolades. All he knew was that Aza'zel had been a good King and a good friend to his own Mother. "And I learned that there's no such thing as good and evil. Black told me about the Kings over the caves, how some were hurting and in pain and ruled angrily through that, and how some were just tyrants. The Throne in Orion used to be red, apparently."
It felt right to update his Father on the state of the Caves, even though Aure did not doubt the King's ability to see beyond his own bones. Mother, at times, had mentioned that he lived on, still, bound to his bones.
"But… I need to ask you something..." Aure deflated, tail going from its state of wagging to despondent stillness. "I want to ask Eythan about what he did, but I'm afraid. Afraid about what he'll do to me." Shuffling out from beneath ancient wings, the wyvern stared into the empty sockets of Aza'zel's skull. "I know that you fell because of him, but I think that Carni did, too." He shuffled closer, pressing the tip of his beak against the old King's own.
After a moment of silence, he opened his beak and said, "will you watch over me and protect me?"
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