The Wasted

[Veins Of Opal]

"He's my... father." Dairon murmured quietly, pursing his lips into a thin line. He flicked his sea-blue eyes back to the centauress, giving a soft and tired sigh. His eyes kept flicking back to his father, unsure of how to approach him. Would he even remember him? It had been at least five years since they had spoken.

[dmlp]

((i do, i have Enchantment))
Tucker laughed and held out a hand and a feint green glow appeared in his palm and a small green stem grew from the center of his palm then a vine grew up around his arm and grapes soon dangled from the vine. "Did you forget?" he smiled.

[Falls]

[ok]
Francesca reached out and plucked a grape from the vine. "Yes," she replied simply as she popped the fruit into her mouth. Her arm's grip around Tucker's shoulders remained as she reached out for another juicy sphere of deliciousness.

Nita paused for a moment and looked from Dairon to his father and then back again. "Father? Your father?" She was clearly having a hard time of thinking of Oreius as anyone's father. "And what of your mum?"

[Veins Of Opal]

Dairon gave a light frown. "She died giving birth to me." he replied softly, his sea blue eyes holding a melancholy shadow for a moment. He shook it away, telling himself to be happy. He was surrounded by his kind once again, and he'd actually be able to speak with his father.

[Falls]

Nita cast her gaze on the ground, suddenly somber. "I am sorry to 'ear zat. My sister also died giving birth." She slightly shifted her weight on her hooves, now a bit fidgety. She thought she'd left that memory behind when she'd left home. She looked up at Dairon. "Perhaps you could surprise your father. Maybe 'e would like zat. You could join the younglings practicing zeh archery and wait for 'im to notice."
[yup, I changed her accent a bit]

[Veins Of Opal]

((Haha, alrighty then. ))

Dairon gave a chuckle. "I suppose I could try that." he said with a sly smile, glancing at the younglings firing their arrows at the painted targets. He remembered when he had been taught archery, though he progressed more with sword-fighting than with a bow, Though he was quite a good aim when it came to bows, but his sword arm proved to be a stronger weapon. His father had taught him the fighting strategies.

[Falls]

Nita reached up, lightly touching her thin fingers to the bow laying across her chest like a sash. Her index finger slid along the string as she spoke. "Do you 'ave a bow? You may use mine if you need one." Her hand clasped over the string and she looked up at his blue eyes with a small smile.

[Veins Of Opal]

Dairon gave a smile. He thought for a moment. Should he just go up to his father, or should he mess around and try to get his attention? Hmmm. Dairon folded his arms. "I'll go and help the younglings and see if he notices. I can just help them with their bows. Thank you for the offer, though." he replied, giving a sweet smile as he trotted over to the younglings.

((Looking for a pic for his dad at the moment. ))

[Falls]

Nita sighed and nodded, letting her long, nimble fingers slide off of the bow and fall to her side. She picked up another large sword and laid it across the bench covered in cloth, returning to her chores. As she pollished, she watched Dairon, curious to see Oreius's reaction.

[it's sad; there is such a small selection of centaur pics on the web. Took me a while to find nita's pic]

[dmlp]

Tucker grinned at her with a light chuckle as she ate he grapes, his grin turned to a sly smirk when he glanced at her hands on his shoulders and he studied her. He decided against a remark that would definately get him slapped.