Post by zuyuri on Mar 31, 2014 0:51:22 GMT -5
Persia. How much would have changed in that amount of time. Gaara sighed as he folded another linen in his gourd. ANOTHER nightmare had jolted him from his sleep, resulting in him making the final decision. That group who had attacked the Cirque needed to be tracked. The biggest reason? They had stolen his wife. If he held onto vengeance and grudges, he would become corrupted, like the vision of him being unearthly showed.
"Dad..."
A voice rung from the door. Rain leaned against the post, his violet eyes expressing concern. "You know, Dad, you don't have to go."
Gaara hung his head. "Rain...your sister and you are old enough to look after one another..."
"I can't look after her by myself!" Rain cried out, throwing his pale arms out. "She's crazy! I don't like her crazy spasms! She nearly hurt Toothless in the animal tent!"
Gaara put his hand on his young man's shoulders. The two redheads, father and son, looked at one another wordlessly. In their eyes, they exchanged a dialogue without any words. What had happened the past few days, what Gaara had to do to keep the cirque safe, and what Rain had to do. After a moment, the fortune teller sighed, the Sands of Time gently pouring into his son's hands. He would be with his children, if not physically, while he went to cleanse the Sands of Time. Before he became...something while he was plagued by the loss of his wife.
Rain felt an odd tingling run through his hands. The grains his father fed into his palms glittered and touche dhim. Some patted him insistently; a father's reassuring squeeze. He sighed, knowing that he would have to hold up if his father didn't return. If hixs mother didn't return. He'd be on charge of taking care of Arella, no matter what. "I'm going to find Tiger and Roger, hang out with them." He glanced back before exiting, "Dad...be careful, okay?"
Gaara nodded, returning to his packing before glancing back when the tent flap reopened again...
"Dad..."
A voice rung from the door. Rain leaned against the post, his violet eyes expressing concern. "You know, Dad, you don't have to go."
Gaara hung his head. "Rain...your sister and you are old enough to look after one another..."
"I can't look after her by myself!" Rain cried out, throwing his pale arms out. "She's crazy! I don't like her crazy spasms! She nearly hurt Toothless in the animal tent!"
Gaara put his hand on his young man's shoulders. The two redheads, father and son, looked at one another wordlessly. In their eyes, they exchanged a dialogue without any words. What had happened the past few days, what Gaara had to do to keep the cirque safe, and what Rain had to do. After a moment, the fortune teller sighed, the Sands of Time gently pouring into his son's hands. He would be with his children, if not physically, while he went to cleanse the Sands of Time. Before he became...something while he was plagued by the loss of his wife.
Rain felt an odd tingling run through his hands. The grains his father fed into his palms glittered and touche dhim. Some patted him insistently; a father's reassuring squeeze. He sighed, knowing that he would have to hold up if his father didn't return. If hixs mother didn't return. He'd be on charge of taking care of Arella, no matter what. "I'm going to find Tiger and Roger, hang out with them." He glanced back before exiting, "Dad...be careful, okay?"
Gaara nodded, returning to his packing before glancing back when the tent flap reopened again...