[OF A THOUSAND FIREFLIES] -- PADDEH

[Яed]

He could feel it in his bones; age was a creeping illusion on his sanity and what did he have to show for it? A missing daughter and a son raised without a mother and tendency to wonder off away from his responsibilities. Taking in a deep breathe the large brute sighed outwardly against the ever constant winds of the beach; if he found the right spot on the black shores he could nearly take in all the scents of his herd around him and it was mildly comforting, but Goer could not find the sense in him to feel proud just yet of his home.

He had agreed to meet Shaelir earlier in the day, not seeing for sometime ever since her latest pregnancy and he only hoped there were no complications this time around. Goer could take another failure...he had been taught years ago it was simply life and these things would happen, but Shaelir he assumed would not be able to take another loss as she had through out the years. Shaking his head he closed his eyes to sigh once more wondering if he would have to prepare himself once again for tradgedy.