Vanator grinned as his young friend bagan to unravel the epic (in his mind) tale of his lost bow. He found it amusing how the tall Drykas gave it such a theatrical retelling. He would be a good father, surely his son's will look up to him in awe as he regaled them with his adventures. Vanator did not have such a grandiose remembrance of the adventure, or misadventure. It had been foolish, at least for him, to follow Kayiri and Hex, strangers, on their suicide mission to Din for that stinking bow. But Van had his own ax to grind, as it were. Zith had killed his wife five years before. The tormented husband had hoped killing a Zith would somehow bring him peace. It felt good, vindicating even, but it did not ease the pain at Tamar's loss. But Vanator had healed, and he had new loves in his life. So he gave Kayiri the right to tell his story, the older man lower his face to his hands as Kay brandished his sword and bellowed as if he told the tale in a pavilion full of people. He would glance at Edalene and smile as she too enjoyed Kay's exaggerated antics. Vanator nodded at the girl's compliment. "I have regretted saving him ever since!" He teased, glancing at Kayiri. At Eda's inquiry about Khiara and the bow, he looked down briefly at the cothe bundled bow in his hand. "I believe she will be great. She traveled from the far reaches of the world to Cyphrus. It takes a special person to survive that journey. Besides, my first wife is Diamond clan and a spearwoman, I am sure she will also school my new bride in the ways of a good fight." He laughed, looking up at Kayiri. |