Post by Imani on May 3, 2023 8:15:24 GMT -5
[For Kaalim Cyrilson]
Spring had only just started, but the land already seemed to thrive. Birds flew over the kingdom, animals came out of their winter sleep and the snow was melting away. Imani had taken her children to the river flowing through the kingdom that day. Isiah was annoyed, like always, and complained all the way to the river about how he wanted to train with his dad, not with his mother or his grandfather. After the seventh or so rant, she smacked the little one against the back of the head, while using her other hand to hold Azia's.
"Your father died, Isiah, and you know this. Be glad your grandfather is kind enough to train you."
The boy was lucky enough that her father had children that were the same age as her son. In Coheed, it wasn't weird that your aunts and uncles could be around the same age as you were yourself. Her father's youngest currently were seven, and Isiah was eleven. Her half-brothers were younger than Imani's son.
Azia also grew tired of Isiah's complaining and urged him to just keep his mouth shut until they had reached the river. And the boy did. Imani didn't say anything, but knew that she'd have to talk to Azia about talking to a man like that. Her brother didn't mind, but with other boys, it would not fly.
Eventually they reached the river, and Imani made herself comfortable in the grass while the two children played on the riverbank. It was still quite chilly, so she had a pelt around her shoulders to keep herself warm.
Spring had only just started, but the land already seemed to thrive. Birds flew over the kingdom, animals came out of their winter sleep and the snow was melting away. Imani had taken her children to the river flowing through the kingdom that day. Isiah was annoyed, like always, and complained all the way to the river about how he wanted to train with his dad, not with his mother or his grandfather. After the seventh or so rant, she smacked the little one against the back of the head, while using her other hand to hold Azia's.
"Your father died, Isiah, and you know this. Be glad your grandfather is kind enough to train you."
The boy was lucky enough that her father had children that were the same age as her son. In Coheed, it wasn't weird that your aunts and uncles could be around the same age as you were yourself. Her father's youngest currently were seven, and Isiah was eleven. Her half-brothers were younger than Imani's son.
Azia also grew tired of Isiah's complaining and urged him to just keep his mouth shut until they had reached the river. And the boy did. Imani didn't say anything, but knew that she'd have to talk to Azia about talking to a man like that. Her brother didn't mind, but with other boys, it would not fly.
Eventually they reached the river, and Imani made herself comfortable in the grass while the two children played on the riverbank. It was still quite chilly, so she had a pelt around her shoulders to keep herself warm.
