Zerxus, meanwhile, has done this enough now that he feels comfortable leaning over to scoop almost casually with that cup, keeping one eye on Kahl.
He does recognise Peter, knows enough about him to realise he isn't seeing a true mortal child being drowned in the dark, but that just means it strikes a different chord of stricken regret.
It makes a dramatic contrast with the vision hovering above him, horned and battle-scarred but more relaxed than he's ever been. He has one arm around Elias, and a hand gently grasping Kahl's; Evandrin is behind them, an ever-shifting silhouette of starlight, arms draped around his husband's shoulders. Tempus is lounging at their feet, purring contentedly.
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He does recognise Peter, knows enough about him to realise he isn't seeing a true mortal child being drowned in the dark, but that just means it strikes a different chord of stricken regret.
It makes a dramatic contrast with the vision hovering above him, horned and battle-scarred but more relaxed than he's ever been. He has one arm around Elias, and a hand gently grasping Kahl's; Evandrin is behind them, an ever-shifting silhouette of starlight, arms draped around his husband's shoulders. Tempus is lounging at their feet, purring contentedly.