Rise to the Occasion

Silvano Sadira · 09-01-2012, 05:13 PM

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His son, his eldest, his hope, ran ahead of him on uncertain legs, still nothing more than a toddling toddler. Well, it was more like limping around unbalanced, but the man watched his child carefully. Giselle let him take both of their boys so that she may have some time to herself, to enjoy herself. There was nothing to fear with her mate keeping a careful watch and hold on the two boys, one headstrong and the other a quiet child. Pascal was in his arms, quiet, but his eyes were taking in the sights even though he probably did not understand what he saw or what things were. Gene could not have either but he was happier to bumble around on his own, though he still seemed to pause and wait for his father. With long strides, Silvano could easily keep up with the uncoordinated pup who had tumbled over a root.

Light laughter rang out as he bent and picked up his firstborn son, pride in his emerald eyes as the blues of his sons peered up at him. One son babbled at him, sounds he did not know, but were the beginnings of words. The second looked around and did not open his mouth to eek out a sound at all. Perhaps he was like Parker, his silent sister who had taken so much longer to truly speak. But her mind was sound. Perhaps, this was a child like her. Silvano held his boys close, Pascal still and Gene squirming.

His eye caught site of the area he had seen a heavily pregnant Terra in, and he descended towards it, careful of a puppy that was eager to explore on his own and out of his father's hold. "Terra?" he called gently, remembering her negativity at the meeting, and eager to see if he could improve her opinion of him.

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