Azrael
Their eyes widen a fraction at the mention of the starwhale, having forgotten completely about her. “Doesn’t Auntie Wessex have a dragon?” They ask, though they can’t entirely remember. Regardless, it’s an idea that they might seek out the Voice to obtain one of these days. “I will Papa.” They say, offering a small laugh, climbing up the inside of the Spire alongside their father. The end is nearly in sight, over halfway through despite how they don’t feel any exhaustion from the climb. No, all they feel is excitement.
They nod at the agreement that Bastien would stay around, some sort of tension in their chest relieving. Though they don’t comment on the sad look that crosses his face. They understand, in the best way they can. So instead, they focus on climbing the last few steps until the wind starts to whip their curls around their face and they start to breach the top of the spire. They glance over at their father with the comment, not wanting to have to think about it, but nodding regardless. “Of course… I’ll take the painting of Mama and one of your self portraits too.” And talk to them just as they’d grown to talk to Rexanna with Bastien’s help over their projects and pride.
Azrael stretches out their arms slightly, their back as they glance around the top of the Spire, wanting to move on from that conversation as swiftly as possible. “So where do we put it?” They ask, eyes landing on their father.
They nod at the agreement that Bastien would stay around, some sort of tension in their chest relieving. Though they don’t comment on the sad look that crosses his face. They understand, in the best way they can. So instead, they focus on climbing the last few steps until the wind starts to whip their curls around their face and they start to breach the top of the spire. They glance over at their father with the comment, not wanting to have to think about it, but nodding regardless. “Of course… I’ll take the painting of Mama and one of your self portraits too.” And talk to them just as they’d grown to talk to Rexanna with Bastien’s help over their projects and pride.
Azrael stretches out their arms slightly, their back as they glance around the top of the Spire, wanting to move on from that conversation as swiftly as possible. “So where do we put it?” They ask, eyes landing on their father.
Oh, brother, run fast, brother, run fast
They're coming your way, coming your way
They're coming your way, coming your way
