More Tea?
"We are..." but he was cut off, a weight lifted from his shoulder, "..." and nothing immediate to say for it.
Somewhat relieved to have his 'mother' taken off of his hands, all Yuca can do is watch [member="Manu Xextos"] steer her and release a breath he found himself holding on many-an-occasion ever since he had been released from the Sleep. Having never been raised by [member="Ahani Najwa"] made feeling any familial tie or associated embarrassment at her state a nigh-non-factor; blood couldn't be denied, for certain, but feeling more than basic decency towards her, through the lenses of Echani and Cronese lines of thought, was difficult. She couldn't be blamed for what was done, nor the ripples that reached him and his due to Raien Keth, his father by genetic means... but if not for that, he would never have been here. He would have been scrawled in the notes of history, a name in the annals of his descendants. Some of whom were here, proud Echani, a people woven into the fabric of his being.
"Thank you... brother," that term was more apt for the now than the endearments of a grandparent used in his childhood. He glanced after the blonde queen, [member="Spencer"], wondering how that placement had come about, but the knowledge that his people returned to their true way of government by her edict put some respect for the rather un-Echani woman in his mind. And so far, so good - none had taken his likeness in its blistering similarity to his father as an affront. The name of Keth, as he understood it, was still tarnished even in this age. Raien had been this far out, too, but was, blessings abound, dead as dead could get, so he had been informed.
One less thing to make into purpose, then; finding his place in this universe was turning out to be no small feat.
Somewhat relieved to have his 'mother' taken off of his hands, all Yuca can do is watch [member="Manu Xextos"] steer her and release a breath he found himself holding on many-an-occasion ever since he had been released from the Sleep. Having never been raised by [member="Ahani Najwa"] made feeling any familial tie or associated embarrassment at her state a nigh-non-factor; blood couldn't be denied, for certain, but feeling more than basic decency towards her, through the lenses of Echani and Cronese lines of thought, was difficult. She couldn't be blamed for what was done, nor the ripples that reached him and his due to Raien Keth, his father by genetic means... but if not for that, he would never have been here. He would have been scrawled in the notes of history, a name in the annals of his descendants. Some of whom were here, proud Echani, a people woven into the fabric of his being.
"Thank you... brother," that term was more apt for the now than the endearments of a grandparent used in his childhood. He glanced after the blonde queen, [member="Spencer"], wondering how that placement had come about, but the knowledge that his people returned to their true way of government by her edict put some respect for the rather un-Echani woman in his mind. And so far, so good - none had taken his likeness in its blistering similarity to his father as an affront. The name of Keth, as he understood it, was still tarnished even in this age. Raien had been this far out, too, but was, blessings abound, dead as dead could get, so he had been informed.
One less thing to make into purpose, then; finding his place in this universe was turning out to be no small feat.
