Vanator's gaze volleyed between the fire and his cousin, toying with a blade of grass between his calloused fingers. The conversation was a somber one, for the events that had transpired since their separation were a harsh series of catastrophes and rescues. The alleged curse upon the Denusks seemed to have befallen not only the men, as once claimed, but the women as well. It had nearly wiped out them out. Vanator had never bought into the curse, but the past two years had convinced him otherwise.
"I suppose I should be thanking the gods, ultimately, for putting whomever in your path to help you survive. Kavala is convinced it was divine providence that lead her to me, and to the twins in the slave camp, to give us all a new start. Perhaps we are all being gathered, all that are left, to start a new life together." It was a heartening thought to the pavilionless Ankal, though it would not come to fruition. Delani would be bound to another journey.
"You should see Tasival, you remember, Kavala's son." She had only visited once or twice with her Akontak child, when he was an infant. "He is a marvel, and a bit of a mystery at times. The boy has much of his father's people in him, the stranger personality traits that they tend to develop." Vanator had only begun to understand that Akalaks had a complex personality, a duality within them, though he did not fully know how it worked, nor had he asked. It was something that was not openly discussed with outsiders, though he knew Kavala understood them.
"All in all, things are good now, not the same, but good. I am a bit lonely," he confessed and laughed lightly, "...you know me, I have never really been without someone. But taking care of Kavala and our kids have occupied my time, and I need time to recover." The Drykas man gave his beloved kin a smile. It was good to talk with Delani, to have her again in which to confide.
"I suppose I should be thanking the gods, ultimately, for putting whomever in your path to help you survive. Kavala is convinced it was divine providence that lead her to me, and to the twins in the slave camp, to give us all a new start. Perhaps we are all being gathered, all that are left, to start a new life together." It was a heartening thought to the pavilionless Ankal, though it would not come to fruition. Delani would be bound to another journey.
"You should see Tasival, you remember, Kavala's son." She had only visited once or twice with her Akontak child, when he was an infant. "He is a marvel, and a bit of a mystery at times. The boy has much of his father's people in him, the stranger personality traits that they tend to develop." Vanator had only begun to understand that Akalaks had a complex personality, a duality within them, though he did not fully know how it worked, nor had he asked. It was something that was not openly discussed with outsiders, though he knew Kavala understood them.
"All in all, things are good now, not the same, but good. I am a bit lonely," he confessed and laughed lightly, "...you know me, I have never really been without someone. But taking care of Kavala and our kids have occupied my time, and I need time to recover." The Drykas man gave his beloved kin a smile. It was good to talk with Delani, to have her again in which to confide.
