His eyes finally reached the top of the rock formation and the halo of white from sun cresting over the reddened top. He squinted, grumbling and shielding his gaze by a turn of his head. An emptiness hung in his gaze, in his face. He didn't like this quiet, his mind grew too loud for his comfort and it brought back aches and memories he would rather have let go...
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"You- you can't be here." It was disbelief that filled his voice and caught up in his throat. It threatened to choke him; nasty little black fingers clawed at his very soul to drag him back down. There was no way, this was a cruel dream. He was not the lion to deserve such a glorious and happy reunion; his daughter, she... she deserved better than him. He had failed to give her a happy, safe stable life. When Bri had had to watch her father die Wokabi's had been separated, a less severe state but did it matter when in the end their family severed? Vermillion's legs were frozen in place, his chest rattling with a number of quick breaths. "- you... you're here aren't you?" He asked this time with a voice weak, threatening to break the second 'no' hit his ears and she danced away as a specter on the breeze. Nothing but the result of too much time in the sun without water.
@Vermillion
"I was with other Tollaires for a time." A frantic whirlwind of action, inaction, lives torn asunder with lions grasping for whatever life raft they could find. Whoever they could find to have comfort, to lament their shared loss of souls more important to them. "And alone for awhile after that- I was everywhere, nowhere? I don't know." He spoke with rambling and inconsistent gait. It had felt like a lifetime since he'd seen her last and he wished he could share it all with her, that she could tell him of all her journeys so he might relive them along with her. "None of it matters more than where I am right now..." And in those words he felt a thousand needles stab into his spine, a guilt. She was not the only child he had not been able to raise; at least with her it had not been a conscious decision...
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Her request was so simple and it would surely bring Verm joys he hadn't felt in a long time. Joys he'd tried to wrestle out of every avenue he could and was denied at each turn. The large lion reclined onto his rear and as he sat he leaned over and aimed to brush his muzzle along the top of her skull. "Wokabi." His voice fluttered, her name seemed almost forbidden. "I can't ever make up for the time we lost together. I can promise a future together, if you're willing to give me the chance to be your father." A yes in theory but woven tightly into a thread of doubt, of guilt, that had plagued Vermillion since the start of their reunion. He knew in his heart he did not deserve the second chance to be a parent to her, he couldn't ask that of her unless it was what she wanted. And selfishly he needed to hear it; he needed to know beyond all the doubt that ravaged his mind.
Hopeful was one word someone could use to describe her. She was hopeful for family to be here, to be surrounded by those she cared for. Yet as she watches her father, she notes him start to shake his head no – she assumes – and feels her heart start to drop at the thought of not being around more family than her father. She had been robbed of that growing up, and now perhaps it would remain that way. But it seems he changes his mind then, as his words give her hope. Hope that they too had found their way here. “I hope they've found their way here.” If not because she wanted to meet them, but because they were her fathers family too.
He asks the hard question then, he asks about her mother. A frown crosses her face and she looks down, shaking her head no. “I haven't seen Ma in a year.... Not since she told me to run and lead some male away from me.” She informed him softly, glancing back up towards her Da. “He was nice at first … but then Ma didn't like how he was looking at me, so we fled. He followed and Ma told me to run and not look back. Its my fault I lost her, Da.” Tears started to well up in her eyes, she didn't even know if her mother was alive or not. She knew her mother had loved her Da, as she often told her that he was the love of her life, and spoke of him often as she was growing up. “I shouldn't have listened to her.” She should have stayed with her Ma.
She feels him brush against the top of her skull then, drawing her attention back to him and out of her thoughts. His words make her heart clench and she moves, attempting to burrow her face into his mane. “Of course I want you to be my Da. I've missed you so much. Ma spoke of you often, telling stories from when you were both growing up.” She had been told how her Da was her mother's best friend and confidant.
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