02-17-2009, 12:14 PM
DaVinci had been sitting in the old cabin that his mother had claimed for herself so long ago. The scent of his children and Zana seemed to be fading too fast for the Savant, he sighed softly as he threw another log on the fire and stared into the flames as they licked at the wood, eating happily at the bark. The sub-leader hadn't spoken with Jefferson, hadn't talked to him about the run-in he'd had with Gabriel on the border or even how he'd tried to get Zana back. He knew Jefferson probably didn't want to hear about his stupid actions but DaVinci knew that their family needed to remain together.. and it hurt him to have lost another one of his girls to Inferni. He poked at the log, creating sparks in the fireplace and watching them fluttering up the chimney as the eerie call of the Patriarch settled over the lands.
The hair on the back of his neck began to rise as he pinned his ears back, wondering what in the hell had happened to where the normally quiet and moody leader would demand them out into the cold. He frowned to himself, wondering if his mother would be able to find the meeting since she'd obviously decided to head out on her own again. He rooted himself up from the warm seat and turned and walked to the door, his hand on the handle as he paused. Iskata hasn't been home for a while he realized, though she often went out lately by herself DaVinci hadn't known his mother to stay gone so long.
He felt a twinge of guilt for the argument he'd had with her about Zana days before. He'd called her things that he had never dreamed he would and had tried everything he knew to get the woman to care about the child she'd abandoned and in the end she hadn't budged. He'd left her sitting before the same fire he'd just left and that had been the last time he'd seen her. He scowled to himself and shook his head, she was probably just off hiding and sulking from her own guilt and the lecture she'd received. He knew she was a proud woman and he'd meant to be a thorn in her side thatday to try and get her to rememeber that pride. He wasn't sure if it had worked but he hoped he'd see her at the meeting atleast, then he'd know if she really was that pissed at him.
He trudged through the snow and before long he'd made his way to where Jefferson stood. He could tell by the tension in the leader that something was really wrong and DaVinci tried to meet his gaze, wondering if his stupid bantering had finally got to the other. He leaned back against the wall, "Jefferson?.." he asked cautiously, not knowing if he was about to lose his head.
The hair on the back of his neck began to rise as he pinned his ears back, wondering what in the hell had happened to where the normally quiet and moody leader would demand them out into the cold. He frowned to himself, wondering if his mother would be able to find the meeting since she'd obviously decided to head out on her own again. He rooted himself up from the warm seat and turned and walked to the door, his hand on the handle as he paused. Iskata hasn't been home for a while he realized, though she often went out lately by herself DaVinci hadn't known his mother to stay gone so long.
He felt a twinge of guilt for the argument he'd had with her about Zana days before. He'd called her things that he had never dreamed he would and had tried everything he knew to get the woman to care about the child she'd abandoned and in the end she hadn't budged. He'd left her sitting before the same fire he'd just left and that had been the last time he'd seen her. He scowled to himself and shook his head, she was probably just off hiding and sulking from her own guilt and the lecture she'd received. He knew she was a proud woman and he'd meant to be a thorn in her side thatday to try and get her to rememeber that pride. He wasn't sure if it had worked but he hoped he'd see her at the meeting atleast, then he'd know if she really was that pissed at him.
He trudged through the snow and before long he'd made his way to where Jefferson stood. He could tell by the tension in the leader that something was really wrong and DaVinci tried to meet his gaze, wondering if his stupid bantering had finally got to the other. He leaned back against the wall, "Jefferson?.." he asked cautiously, not knowing if he was about to lose his head.