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Sweet little one,
Sweet little two.
To you I run.
How I love you.
Quacey hadn't had much time for the past three months to focus on his poems. He needed to bring Ethir back to Twin Home with him so she could work on finding her path.... At least that was the original purpose. A month in and he had discovered their enjoyment of each other had results. She was with child and now had a more permanent place in his family. So for the next two months he had gotten them moving as quickly as possible with no interest in anything other than her care and safety.
The three months had past and finally at the top of one of the highest peaks in the Spine came into view his home. A large, walled castle or monastery that seemed to reach towards the sky with fervor. Stones of the densest granite. A gate of wood heavy as the mountain that cradled it. Clouds seemed to float as much around as above the place.
Quacey came up to the door and set Ethir down. "Welcome to my home Ethir. Our home.... Would you like to enter now?"
The fae waited long enough she might answer, but regardless of what was said he reached to the gate and began to push. As usual it gave resistance requiring an effort but allowed it's owner entry. He had somewhere to be right now. It had been too long that he was away and he was in a hurry at the moment. Ethir not forgot in any ways as he did, but it would have been clear the closer they had gotten the more impatient he had become.
A large courtyard was opened to them. In it worked pixies, brownies, and other lesser fae often outcasted or held at length by fae societies. A few duanann moved about as well looking more like scholars or monks or nuns than servants or guards. They all greeted the Lord and his guest but went about their duties sensing what was on his mind. None would hinder his path as he marched towards the gate door. His focus on what lay within.
The door to the large keep was opened and as soon as Quacey stepped inside he yelled out, "Quinn! Othello! Daddy is home!"
Ethir
Sweet little two.
To you I run.
How I love you.
Quacey hadn't had much time for the past three months to focus on his poems. He needed to bring Ethir back to Twin Home with him so she could work on finding her path.... At least that was the original purpose. A month in and he had discovered their enjoyment of each other had results. She was with child and now had a more permanent place in his family. So for the next two months he had gotten them moving as quickly as possible with no interest in anything other than her care and safety.
The three months had past and finally at the top of one of the highest peaks in the Spine came into view his home. A large, walled castle or monastery that seemed to reach towards the sky with fervor. Stones of the densest granite. A gate of wood heavy as the mountain that cradled it. Clouds seemed to float as much around as above the place.
Quacey came up to the door and set Ethir down. "Welcome to my home Ethir. Our home.... Would you like to enter now?"
The fae waited long enough she might answer, but regardless of what was said he reached to the gate and began to push. As usual it gave resistance requiring an effort but allowed it's owner entry. He had somewhere to be right now. It had been too long that he was away and he was in a hurry at the moment. Ethir not forgot in any ways as he did, but it would have been clear the closer they had gotten the more impatient he had become.
A large courtyard was opened to them. In it worked pixies, brownies, and other lesser fae often outcasted or held at length by fae societies. A few duanann moved about as well looking more like scholars or monks or nuns than servants or guards. They all greeted the Lord and his guest but went about their duties sensing what was on his mind. None would hinder his path as he marched towards the gate door. His focus on what lay within.
The door to the large keep was opened and as soon as Quacey stepped inside he yelled out, "Quinn! Othello! Daddy is home!"
Ethir