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It felt like drifting for a very long amount of time, in and out of a fog. It was thicker, more choking. Like a breath of wind, sometimes clarity came and blew the fog away for a brief moment. Yet, soon enough, it seemed to close right back in. Half the time, the aging Sadira was no longer talkative, staring into space with a tired look on his face without much thought left to it. When he was clear, it was obvious by the expressions on his face and the understandable speech.

His clarity had taken him to the shores of the expanded Rabbit Lake. A bit north and he would have wandered into the likely dilapidated Manor where he had been born and where he had grown and where he had first loved. But the shore of the lake caught his attention more than anything on that surprising spring day. It glittered and reminded him of his youth playing by the rocky and sandy shores of the sizable body of water.

His mother was likely dead, long past. Silvano did not know. He could swear that there were moments on the edge of the fog that her voice whispered to him, murmuring that he was alright. Other times, Shiloh would be the hushed sound on the fringes of his fading reality. Her voice was the one that shook him to tears, shedding them silently.

That clear moment he watched the barely warm wind pull at the water and make ripples form. Without word, tears fell down his face without hesitation as his fragile mind remembered the warm voice of his wife attempting to caress him from beyond the grave. He muttered her name, wishing that he was not a coward, just so that he could join her and apologize at last.

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<span style="font-family:'Amatic SC', serif;">Now, I've learned it's better living in the moment. Enjoy youth, cause it doesn't last.</span><br>
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"You realize he was probably just trying to get rid of you, right?" Callista said, passing her companion a pitying look. They passed side-by-side through the thawing forest, the shimmering daylight reflecting off of the surface of water ahead guiding them to the shore of Rabbit Lake.


It had been suggested that he search for driftwood along the shoreline of Rabbit Lake or on the long stretch of coast lining the sea and, feeling a sense of importance to be awarded such a task from Harrison, Reblin had set out immediately from the housing project site. Intercepting Callista on the way, the bubbly Baron had convinced his friend to join him.


He gave her a pout, playfully entertaining regret for asking her to come with, but refused to allow his spirits to be dampened. "Do I smell jealousy?" he countered with a sly grin, lowering his lids as he glanced sidelong at Callista. But the young ex-mercenary rolled her eyes and huffed a rough, short laugh.


"Ha! As if." She leaped nimbly over a rotten log and readjusted the position of her bow resting crosswise across her torso. "Besides, what's there to be jealous of? I can barely even get him to talk to me."


"Me either!" Reblin laughed, scrambling over the log with a lot less grace. "That's why this is so important, obviously. He actually trusts me to do something for him!"


Callista laughed. "You make it sound like nobody has ever trusted you with anything before," she said, turning to look brightly at her companion. When she turned her head back to the lake ahead, her eyes caught sight of a figure standing along the shore.


Reblin pursed his lips and scratched at the side of his muzzle. "Well, now that I think of it..." he began but trailed off just as quickly, his own eyes falling upon the Luperci ahead of them. "Is that Silvano?" he asked quietly and Callista nodded a confirmation. Neither of them saw the sadness on his face as they approached.


"Hey Silvano, Your Honor!" Reblin chirped happily, lifting an arm in greeting. "Callista and me were just-" He broke off abruptly when Callista flicked her wrist roughly at him, her face pinched in a frown. Once her friend got the hint, she stepped gently toward their former King.


"Are you okay?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice.


OOC: god silvano you make my heart so sad

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His face was damp as he turned to the voices that called his name. There was no royal title attached any longer, for his throne was taken and given freely, as though it were a prize to share. He did not miss it, not really; there were far more things that were to be missed more dearly. In his head, it was a very clear day, the fog faintly pressing at the corners but not clouding the sight entirely. He remembered very well at that moment all the things he should, though it was clear that there were things gone from even that grasp of memory.

He recognized Callista, though Reblin he had not known well to begin with so did not recognize well beyond knowing he was not connected to the people Callista had come from. To her, he had a very deep look that betrayed none of his question. While she had redeemed herself by siding with them, part of him knew that she had been with Mistral, even for a time. It tarnished his image of her and the look was withering a moment before he sighed.

So little time left and he chose to be judgmental? That was not fair of him. He ought not to think in such a way, not if he wanted to save his lucid moments for kindness.

"I am alright, young ones. I am alright," he said with a wane smile that seemed to show just how old and tired he really was at the core of his being. He was not truly as old as a canine could get, but there was no denying that he was aged past his eight years and that there was a very noticeable thinness to his face and his chest. Even once mighty, broad shoulders seemed thinner, as though the Ancien was not eating enough anymore.

"Do you know the lake we sit by, here? It was once smaller. I was born by this lake, so many seasons ago. I met Shiloh in the woods to the north, and yet it's all gone. All gone." He turned to face the water, his eyes locked toward the water as though the past was welling up within him. "I remember so much." He began to ramble.

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Beneath his withering stare, Callista's ears wilted from the top of her head. But the compassion in her bright blue eyes remained. There were dark trails on his cheeks were it seemed tears had rolled down from his eyes and had likely fallen from his jawline. Though she had played a part in the campaign that caused so much turmoil and grief – that had taken the life of the former king's own dear wife – in the Court, it was proven that Callista was not a heartless girl.


So, despite the long look that Silvano gave her, the pretty young woman refused to cave in to her desire to look shyly away.


They listened as the Ancien talked, revisiting better times from long ago. While Reblin looked out across the sparkling lake, Callista kept her eyes on the thin face of the old wolf. "I'm really sorry about your wife," she said in a small voice, looking down at her hands.


"Like what?" Reblin asked quickly, hoping to shift the conversation away from Shiloh and the tragedy that had befallen her. He turned his eyes from the lake, pausing to look at Callista before flicking them to Silvano's face. Since the conclusion of the Winter of Tarnished Gold, it seemed to him as though their former king had aged rapidly. He wondered if Thyri had seen her father recently and thought that he would mention their talk by Rabbit Lake to her tonight, when he was sure to see her in their hotel room. "What was the Court like when you were little?"


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We’re the only ones who know

An old man was given the right by age to ramble, to let his mind wander, and his stories to repeat. It was owed him. It was his right for having lived through enough hardship that his failing body needed the respite of emotions. His thoughts drifted to the past, and the question prompted his heart to spill forth with the memories of what once was and never again would be.

"When I was little? I didn't live in the Court," he said with a laugh, somehow happy to move off topic. Shiloh was an ache that came and went so frequently, he did not even know it when he was not lucid. When he was, it was a miserable enough time that he often looked forward to when his mind would wander and his present thoughts would be trapped in the abyss. Coming back to true sorrow was not pleasant, especially over and over again.

"I was born here, in Crimson Dreams. The Manor probably doesn't stand after the Red Star, but I'm sure you could probably find it. I think it was on the northeast bank." He gestured vaguely to his right, waving a hand and sighing. "The Court was quite a bit more.. mischievous when I was a child. But I grew up knowing little and the first thing I knew was that they were sort of allies in a war with AniWaya. Which isn't around anymore, either, now that I think about it..," he said, drifting off in deep thought. Was the only constant left the Court and Inferni?

"I was probably nothing more than a yearling when I came toting Crimson Dream's books to add to the Court's lackluster library. Most of those books came from the Manor, long ago," he said proudly. It had been his goal to rescue the books, to protect them from abandonment. His son took care of them in his stead, and he hoped someone would follow him. "Giselle came with me, too." His voice dropped a level, his lips dipping into a frown. Oh, Giselle.


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Like children, younger than the adults that they were, Callista and Reblin settled on the shore of Rabbit Lake and listened to the old man speak. Compared to the memories of an elder, whose tired eyes had seen many conflicts and myriad joys, whose aching heart had felt much pain and great love, their own paltry recollections paled. But someday, if they were lucky; strong; healthy, someday they, too, might stand at the shore of a shimmering lake and impress upon a new generation of youths the victories and shortcomings of their own lives.


"Wait, what? Really?" Reblin gasped, surprised that the former King of Cour des Miracles had had origins elsewhere. Whatever, whenever, Crimson Dreams had been, it was no longer "here." But still, the young adults followed Silvano's gesture across the lake, their eyes dancing as they tried to envision a manor against the bank. AniWaya, too, was a foreign name to the pair, but they listened without interruption. It wasn't until Silvano's voice drifted off that both pairs of eyes returned to his aging face inquisitively.


"You did a lot for the Court," Callista stated softly, almost timidly, but there was admiration in her eyes.


Reblin wagged his tail in agreement, the pace of it slowing when another unknown name fell from the former King lips, their corners drooping. He shared a look with Callista. Neither of them knew who Giselle was, but based on Silvano's frown and the lower volume of his voice, they thought that the memory must not be a happy one. "Man, you had a long life, huh?" Reblin chirped, grinning up at the elderly wolf.


Callista shifted against the shore. "Reblin was just about to scavenge for some driftwood here, for Harrison. But I think I might head back to the hotel." She rose. "Would you like to join me back to the hotel, sir?"


OOC: We could wrap this up with your next post! <3

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We’re the only ones who know

He had to laugh at the youth's exclamation. It did seem to surprise many that the long-ruling King of the Court was not born of its borders and had come usurping power. Few would have known, and he figured the last remaining living members who knew were now at the outpost, living out their lives, as well.

"Yes, really. I was born here. I joined, I think, after Jacquez was gone and during Vigilante's rule." He hummed thoughtfully, though he narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember exactly who was around when he came with his cart of books and a young wife. It was definitely Vigilante, for he had overthrown Strelein for the rank.

"I'd like to think so," he said, as pleasantly as he could. Mistral and Kalypso had shaken that belief in him, the former more so than the latter, of course. He had hoped that he had kept them safe and secure during his tenure, even if they had not truly proceeded in a forward direction. He was no innovator, preferring to the tried and true method of leading. He would let his members guide the direction of their growth, and they had chosen such a path. Perhaps, he ought to have done more.

He had had a long life. It was clear to him that he had done quite a lot for an uninteresting person such as himself, and that settled his worries some. Perhaps, it was just time.

Callista rose and he turned his gaze on her without judgment. The ramblings of the old could be tiring. Silvano gave her a smile and shake of the head. "No, I'm going to stay here awhile. Let one of my children know where I am just in case they lose track of me," he added, without adding in the fact he was likely to forget where he was and what he was doing. "Thank you for listening." His look was almost peaceful.

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<span style="font-family:'Amatic SC', serif;">Now, I've learned it's better living in the moment. Enjoy youth, cause it doesn't last.</span><br>
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@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Open+Sans+Condensed:300');
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Amatic+SC');
.silvsig2 {
  width:100%; margin:0px auto;font-family:garamond;text-align: center; font-size:15pt;}
.silvsig2 .title {
  margin:0px auto;
  margin-bottom: 1px;
  padding-bottom:2px;
  text-align:center;
  font-family:'Open Sans Condensed', arial, sans serif;
  font-size:22pt;
  letter-spacing:15px;
  word-spacing:4px;}
.silvsig2 a {
  -webkit-opacity: 0.5;
  -moz-opacity: 0.5;
  opacity: 0.5;
  -webkit-transition: all .5s ease;
  -moz-transition: all .5s ease;
  -ms-transition: all .5s ease;
  -o-transition: all .5s ease;
  transition: all .5s ease;
}
.silvsig2 a:hover {
  -webkit-opacity: 1;
  -moz-opacity: 1;
  opacity: 1;
}</style>
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