* chapter ii: life / exploring

[raziel]

Raziel is quite fond of the bay, although he often spends his time in his treehouse instead, nose in a book.  He felt relaxed here, beside the ocean, within the Typhoon although he was no pirate.  A prince.  A king.  Well, he liked that here, he didn't need to worry about his people's throne, or assassins or... The war... No, here he could live in peace with books, with his daughter and... Well pirates weren't all that bad. A rather interesting band of rouge's and misfits were the Typhoon.

He'd escaped his treehouse -- that new winged friend of his daughter's seemed fond of messing with him -- to the shore, content to listen to the ocean.  No wonder Kian had chosen this life... He was no criminal but all that free spirit and taste for adventure... Well, Suvi would grow up happy here.

Mind on children, the dire wolf blinked at the sight of one beside the turtle statue. With a  fond smile, the faerie trotted over, warmth in his seagreen eyes.

"Tofu," he offered, inclining his head. "We call the statue Tofu the turtle."

To the rain, he seemed to pay no mind, recalling fondly that Kian had more than on one occasion drenched him in child play.  What a michievous boy fate had gifted the element to.  Oh well.  He'd do anything to go back to childhood, mud and books, princes and peace.

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