12th day of Fall, 509AV
Home of Velarian Zantedeschia and his son Davariel
"I told you to sit still." Velarian dropped a colorful shard of glass on the small table staying in the middle of the room. Not too long ago it had been part of a delicate vase of windreach glass, a fairing from the man's first journey into the world above. Its sad remains looked far less glorious than what he had gifted to his late wife back in the day.
"It's not that bad," his son proclaimed stubborn, one hand pressing against the bandages loosely wrapped around his lower arm. Red splotched the simple fabric, the boy's face rivaling the threads' ashen color. He had always been pale, but now all blood seemed drained from his skin. He chewed at his lower lip. "Doesn't even hurt."
With a little more force than needed his father closed the empty cage, hanging on the wall next to the boy's bed niche. "Is that so?"
Davariel did not answer. Silence became an almost tangible quality of the room, stretching over the gauze lined floor, up the walls with all its nooks, alcoves and storage holes. In the back of the room Velarian searched the carpet for last wayward flinders. All curtains usually dividing the room into smaller portions were pulled aside, allowing the child to study the entire room. His eyes however always returned to the iron bars of the bird cage. Finally the young Symenestra cleared his throat. "You think he might flew into another building?"
"Eventually." The man's voice rung tired more than angry as he dropped a last shard onto the growing pile of shimmering fragments. Eyes the color of dark rubies came to rest on the child. "It is beyond me, how you though to catch a live bird that size."
"I thought he would like me."
"Is that why you opened the cage?"
Again the youth remained quiet, eyes lowered. Withheld anger was burning in them, yet his passion paled compared to the shame and guilt one might read in them as well. The older Symenestra clicked his tongue, turning. Absently he starred up the wall, to wards the dark opening towards the ceiling. It was the only way to enter. "I wonder. What could keep your aunt so long? And if she had to drag the old Hellebore here, she should be back by now. It-"
"I only did it because it was your favorite," the boy fell into his word. "I... thought you might be angry when you heard he was gone."
Velarian shook his head. "It was just a bird," he said softly. His previous tirade forgotten he gave his son a long look. Davariel's eyes shimmered wet, causing the older man to sigh. "Never do something so stupid again."
A noise from above drew the animators attention. "Seems your aunt finally did find someone. You wait down here and no complains." With that Velarian started to scale the wall towards the opening. He could not imagine his sister had actually got the head medic of the Purging to look after his son's scratch, but there were other – also less vain – individuals serving as healers who might as well come. In a city such as Kalinor it was not always easy to transport the wounded without help.
Reaching the top ledge, Velarian opened the door.
Home of Velarian Zantedeschia and his son Davariel
"I told you to sit still." Velarian dropped a colorful shard of glass on the small table staying in the middle of the room. Not too long ago it had been part of a delicate vase of windreach glass, a fairing from the man's first journey into the world above. Its sad remains looked far less glorious than what he had gifted to his late wife back in the day.
"It's not that bad," his son proclaimed stubborn, one hand pressing against the bandages loosely wrapped around his lower arm. Red splotched the simple fabric, the boy's face rivaling the threads' ashen color. He had always been pale, but now all blood seemed drained from his skin. He chewed at his lower lip. "Doesn't even hurt."
With a little more force than needed his father closed the empty cage, hanging on the wall next to the boy's bed niche. "Is that so?"
Davariel did not answer. Silence became an almost tangible quality of the room, stretching over the gauze lined floor, up the walls with all its nooks, alcoves and storage holes. In the back of the room Velarian searched the carpet for last wayward flinders. All curtains usually dividing the room into smaller portions were pulled aside, allowing the child to study the entire room. His eyes however always returned to the iron bars of the bird cage. Finally the young Symenestra cleared his throat. "You think he might flew into another building?"
"Eventually." The man's voice rung tired more than angry as he dropped a last shard onto the growing pile of shimmering fragments. Eyes the color of dark rubies came to rest on the child. "It is beyond me, how you though to catch a live bird that size."
"I thought he would like me."
"Is that why you opened the cage?"
Again the youth remained quiet, eyes lowered. Withheld anger was burning in them, yet his passion paled compared to the shame and guilt one might read in them as well. The older Symenestra clicked his tongue, turning. Absently he starred up the wall, to wards the dark opening towards the ceiling. It was the only way to enter. "I wonder. What could keep your aunt so long? And if she had to drag the old Hellebore here, she should be back by now. It-"
"I only did it because it was your favorite," the boy fell into his word. "I... thought you might be angry when you heard he was gone."
Velarian shook his head. "It was just a bird," he said softly. His previous tirade forgotten he gave his son a long look. Davariel's eyes shimmered wet, causing the older man to sigh. "Never do something so stupid again."
A noise from above drew the animators attention. "Seems your aunt finally did find someone. You wait down here and no complains." With that Velarian started to scale the wall towards the opening. He could not imagine his sister had actually got the head medic of the Purging to look after his son's scratch, but there were other – also less vain – individuals serving as healers who might as well come. In a city such as Kalinor it was not always easy to transport the wounded without help.
Reaching the top ledge, Velarian opened the door.