Micah Talith
Draith Shamalain
::Borleias
::Talith Family Home
It had become a cycle really.
Morning came early for [member="Kira Talith"], much to @Soliael Talith's dismay, although he did his best to show a pleasant and jovial demeanor for his wife's sake. The rising light of the morning sun barely would glint across the ocean's surface, the only sound the crashing of nearby waves and the call of birds greeting the morn.
A brisk breeze would ruffle the gauzy curtains that adorned the vast amounts of wide windows across the island home Sol and Kira called their sanctuary for almost thirty years. Here their children were born. Here they had raised them, watching them crawl, stumble, walk, and run. Echoes of laughter and tales aplenty were saturated to the worn beach wood under Kira's feet and the walls that surrounded her.
Yet there wasn't much laughter to be had around this household. Not for months. Not since Sol had nearly burnt out Kira's necklace to come to the aide of their only son, at his seemingly cry of agony that had lanced through the galaxy at them both.
Had Soliael been unable to travel... Micah would have been lost.
Now their son lay in a coma in his room. The burns and the vast array of wounds had healed, but what remained behind was a troublesome and heartbreaking sight for any mother to see. Micah's left arm from his shoulder bone down had completely burned away, leaving behind not even a stump for a prosthetic arm to attach. Instead, any possible attachment would require deep intergrations with his left flank, now coated in keloid burn scars across the upper left of his chest and down over his rib cage. His face had not been spared, the same burn scars scattered across the left side of his face, a darker pink against his normal tan that had faded from his time in bedrest.
Micah had not awoken from his coma for months. Healers and medics from across the galaxy had come to grant aid at Kira's and Sol's behest. However, nothing seemed to work. It was all up to Micah now.
Yet every passing day that Micah spent unconscious tore a little more out of his mother's heart. It wasn't just Kira, [member="Kaili Talith"] , [member="Aela Talith"], and Maleah were also affected. Each took to dealing with the tragedy in their own way.
[member="Vexen"] had not spent one hour away from Micah's side since Alliance Forces had come to collect Micah and his father had blinked himself into their presence. The Defel refused to leave the Talith's side, and Kira hadn't the heart to encourage her away. Instead the Jedi Master would mother them both, ensuring their needs were met and that the Wraith would brush her fur now and then. They were an inseparable pair when they were young, and perhaps, in some way, Kira believed that Micah knew Vexen was here for him.
Perhaps, knew they were all here for him now. Then maybe, just maybe...her little boy would wake up.
::Talith Family Home
It had become a cycle really.
Morning came early for [member="Kira Talith"], much to @Soliael Talith's dismay, although he did his best to show a pleasant and jovial demeanor for his wife's sake. The rising light of the morning sun barely would glint across the ocean's surface, the only sound the crashing of nearby waves and the call of birds greeting the morn.
A brisk breeze would ruffle the gauzy curtains that adorned the vast amounts of wide windows across the island home Sol and Kira called their sanctuary for almost thirty years. Here their children were born. Here they had raised them, watching them crawl, stumble, walk, and run. Echoes of laughter and tales aplenty were saturated to the worn beach wood under Kira's feet and the walls that surrounded her.
Yet there wasn't much laughter to be had around this household. Not for months. Not since Sol had nearly burnt out Kira's necklace to come to the aide of their only son, at his seemingly cry of agony that had lanced through the galaxy at them both.
Had Soliael been unable to travel... Micah would have been lost.
Now their son lay in a coma in his room. The burns and the vast array of wounds had healed, but what remained behind was a troublesome and heartbreaking sight for any mother to see. Micah's left arm from his shoulder bone down had completely burned away, leaving behind not even a stump for a prosthetic arm to attach. Instead, any possible attachment would require deep intergrations with his left flank, now coated in keloid burn scars across the upper left of his chest and down over his rib cage. His face had not been spared, the same burn scars scattered across the left side of his face, a darker pink against his normal tan that had faded from his time in bedrest.
Micah had not awoken from his coma for months. Healers and medics from across the galaxy had come to grant aid at Kira's and Sol's behest. However, nothing seemed to work. It was all up to Micah now.
Yet every passing day that Micah spent unconscious tore a little more out of his mother's heart. It wasn't just Kira, [member="Kaili Talith"] , [member="Aela Talith"], and Maleah were also affected. Each took to dealing with the tragedy in their own way.
[member="Vexen"] had not spent one hour away from Micah's side since Alliance Forces had come to collect Micah and his father had blinked himself into their presence. The Defel refused to leave the Talith's side, and Kira hadn't the heart to encourage her away. Instead the Jedi Master would mother them both, ensuring their needs were met and that the Wraith would brush her fur now and then. They were an inseparable pair when they were young, and perhaps, in some way, Kira believed that Micah knew Vexen was here for him.
Perhaps, knew they were all here for him now. Then maybe, just maybe...her little boy would wake up.