when the sky turns to grey and there's nothing to say... at the end of the day, i choose you
When Callum clears out Viren’s office, he finds a stuffed animal of Soren's. It's time for him to pass it on.
Soren was not a sucker for the rules, but even he knew it was against protocol for a Crownguard to be venturing into the king's chambers late at night in a non-emergency situation.
Well, in the grand scheme of things, it was a non-emergency, but Soren hyped it up to be an emergency. An emotional emergency, at least.
Hence the urgency.
Ezran threw his head over his shoulder to look at Soren. “Oh, hey, Soren,” he greeted easily, scratching Bait under the chin. “Whatcha doing?”
Soren glanced to the little plush dragon in his hand. “I wanted to give you something.”
Ezran crossed his legs, turning to face him entirely. “That's nice of you. You didn't have to do that.”
Soren edged closer, sitting across from Ezran at the young king's encouragement. “I know. I wanted to. Do you remember Sparky?”
Ezran tilted his head, Bait mirroring the action. “Who?”
“My stuffed animal. A dragon. From like, nearly ten years ago, so I wouldn't expect you to remember it.”
Ezran scrunched his brow up. “Maybe a little. I remember overhearing my dad yelling at your- at Viren for throwing it away. Why?”
Memories Soren didn't like flooded back. At ten years old, Viren had taken away the little dragon toy, saying it made him weak. Dragons, Xadia, were the enemy, after all, and only children needed their stuffies. And was Soren a whining kid, or was he an exemplary Crownguard-in-training, even so young, a golden boy?
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