Post by Lacey on May 12, 2010 23:03:45 GMT -5
They were the sons of an alpha, one of the pack leaders, they had to be there...didn't mean they wanted to be. Four year old Romulus and Remus stood next to their big brother Loki, their mother holding their infant brother Fenrir in one arm and their toddler sister Tiffany's hand with the other.
Holding each other's hand, they shifted restlessly as the families who had recently had children lined up to have their offspring formally introduced to the rest of the pack. They looked at each other, nodding slightly in agreement...this was boring...and the clothes were uncomfortable. Their mother had made it -very- clear to the two boys that they were expected to stay dressed in the simple cotton tunic and pants, and more importantly, human, through the entire ceremony, though there was no taming their unruly light brown hair, no matter how hard she tried.
The line of families seemed to go on -forever-, though it was only a dozen or so, the long winter having provided ample private time apparently. With one little pink fleshy bundle looking like the next, they tried to remember to smile and say the words their parents had told them, but more often than not wound up wrinkling up their noses in disgust as the things looked up at them, didn't matter their brother was one of them. The babies were funny looking and made weird noises and cried and needed attention...of course that was kinda okay cause it meant they could go play outside and nobody cared as long they came home for meals.
Finally! The last person in line came forward, the boys already fidgeting, sensing the end of their long confinement, when they looked up at the woman, frowns pulling at their mouths and glanced at each other, shifting closer to each other. The woman looked unkind to them, the sulky girl standing behind her not much better. They were already anticipating disliking the baby on site, but when the small bundle paused in front of them, the child's name being spoken by their father...Vale, they stood entranced. Their fidgeting ceased, and they gazed curiously at the peacefully sleeping face, so innocent and fragile looking. As Vale's mother carried him away from them, they glanced at each other, then wistfully back towards the woman and the bundle she carried moving quickly towards the forest, apparently eager to get away from the ceremony.
The twins' mother, ever attuned to her children's actions, noticed immediately the change in them, watched as they lingered over the baby boy as they hadn't for any of the others, noticed the way they looked after the woman as she left like they would run after her, well more appropriately the child she carried, and smiled softly to herself, wondering if they'd remember this day later on.
Wondered if they'd realize they'd just met a part of their destiny.