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Date Posted: 18:49:37 11/12/02 Tue
=| As if to try and pull her back, he turns and reaches towards the quickly disappearing figure of his sister - his first sister. A sudden need for her tears at his heart; the need for the one lost. His teeth unclench in a heartfelt sigh as he turns to squarely face this ghost of a father.
"And when next we are prepared we will meet this scorn you have advised us of, Father, and we will not flinch from it." Why was it that adults only acknowledged the words that fitted what they next wanted to say? Pedro was sure that neither Isadora nor he had mentioned scorn, only Pyrrha had. "And adversity will come and go," he adds placidly, turning away to gently grasp Isadora's shoulder.
"We might as well follow our renegade sister," he suggests, smiling. "Who knows what trouble she will indulge in without proper care?" But in truth, he wants to leave his father almost as much as Pyrrha. He sees no kindness, understanding, or even love for the children Osiris had left for his adultery with Lady Death. He sees only reflections, echos of what might have been there once. But then, isn't that all a ghost is? A shade from a past life, a reflection of one's former self? To the young dracling, his mind sorely troubled by such ponderous thoughts, that seemed to be the case with the beloved Osiris. |=
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