Family Moments >Cichol
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The time of Fodlan being made and creating the children that were made from Sothis’ own flesh and blood were something of a long time to mere mortals. She had seen the others that had been created as well, people who were not like her or her children. Sothis had witnessed people come and go as her children were growing up. She knew that her little Nabateans would have a very long life span like her own.
Her children would do their own thing and she would help assist and guide them to the correct path. Of course they were free to do their own things as well and not be restrained to rules that she had created. There were restrictions of course, but she wanted her children to have the freedom she experienced.
Sothis still watched over them, they were still very young compared to her. She sat in a tree, watching over her children in the area. Some were out doing other things, but Sothis watched over one of her younger children. A strong little one named Cichol. He was always strong and never knew his own strength. She was here to help assist him though.
Floating down from the tree, she approached her little one and knelt down. Cichol’s eyes were bright and so full of life. Her hand rested in his hair gently and ruffled his hair. “How’s your practice going, Cichol?” Her kind nature always kicked in with her children. The surroundings were peaceful and they was nothing to truly worry about with the world.
“Are you practicing with the wooden lance I lent you?” Sothis asked and removed her hand from her child’s head.
