The facts surprised Kellan. He never knew that Symenstras killed their mothers. The thought alone made a familiar twinge of sadness haunt him. His mother was so close, he practically saw her every week somewhere in the city, yet he could not speak to her. She was right within his reach yet he could not get the words to escape his lips. He could not say he was sorry. In his own wat he had poisoned his mother. He left her at her weakest moment because of his rage. Toran had been the lynchpin in the Lucia family. Without him the whole family did not seem functional. Kellan always thought that he was the life of the family but the truth was when Toran died he took the life of the family with him. Still, these were feelings that he would never share. This dark person who reminised about the past needed to say deep down within him. He did not need to go back to who he was. It made Kellan happy to see the girl feeling so passionate about life. He often forgot to revel in how great life was. "I bet it was hard not to know your mother." Kellan was trying to move his mentality back to the sunny person he usually was. "I think it is nice that you value life. I hope you have good luck with your sub-race. The worl is always better with less death." His voice seemed to have a pained edge to it. He tried hard to hide it but emotion kept bubbling up. He shook his head and the colored beads that were sparingly strung in his hair tinkled from the movement. He looked at Drusilla and gave her a small smile. "Many people here do not know their parents either. It is uncommon for Inarta to marry. Mostly we just reproduce." He gave a small chuckle and figeted with his necklace. "As kids we are part of one large group called the Yasi. We do things called Bendi tasks and from those tasks forge who we become castewise. Anyway, it is silly for us to get really close and connected to our parents if we are going to live as a group as kids. Besides, so many Inarta are born from simple one night relations. At times it is impossible for us to even figure out who our parents are." At times the fire-haired rider wished that he had never even known his family. Then none of the pain that he felt from small reminders of his twin or seeing people with their mothers would be unexisant. "Sometimes it is better that way..." |