Draft #300 - Serenity
It is something I thought I would never achieve. And yet, here it is. In my grasp and on my shoulders. I wake up... and do not feel heavy.
It is a wondrous feeling. I strive to keep it with me.
And with my family, all my family, hale and whole... it should last a very long time.
Vi'mrakka laughs freely, unburdened by a tough childhood. Thruul smiles at me sweetly, loving me for who I am. Kohgrash is my dearest friend, the one who brought this family together. Without him, I would not be here.
I love them. I love them all very much.
***
"Okay, but you're going to lose, so don't feel too cocky," Kohgrash growled menacingly at his son. Vi'mrakka babbled back in response, growls high-pitched and not intimidating in the slightest.
"Picking on a child?" Rulshkka huffed from his desk. He idly scrolled through a few of his favorite forums, procrastinating. "How beneath you."
"Bebeaf you!" Vi'mrakka repeated, shoving yet another domino forward and knocking the entire stack over. He laughed, clapping in obvious victory.
"Nnnneath, Vikka. With a shyye sound. And you cheated."
"No!" Vi'mrakka screamed loudly, "No, no, nonono!"
"Now you've done it," Rulshkka muttered. Kohgrash glared at him from the corner of his eye. He returned the glare with a cheeky smile.
"Okay, okay sorry, Vikka! I'm sorry! You won!" Kohgrash's plea soothed Vi'mrakka's ruffled feathers, and he calmed down, albeit with a grumpy face. "My God."
"What do you think about this?" Rulshkka piped up, scowling at the reminder he just received from Rukka on his computer. "This whole... debrief."
Kohgrash let Vi'mrakka take hold of his arm and bend it up and down, making him hold whatever objects the hatchling could string onto him. "Uhh," he said distractedly, straining under the multitude of things Vi'mrakka was burying him under. "I think it's good for the public. I mean, Jesus. We fought the Outkasts and won. That's cause for celebration, don't you think?"
"That wasn't what I was getting at," Rulshkka grumbled petulantly.
The Spirits had been asleep for a few months now. While it had not been uncommon to hear from them once every year when Rulshkka had first started his term as Vokkra, the Spirits had only gotten more and more chatty as time passed. With the hatching of his son, they were in his ear every day it seemed like. This silence had been unnerving.
But now, they had wakened. And demanded that the Vokkra and his Lord gather their people and give them an explanation. Via Kohgrash.
Rulshkka had been brief in their reasons for a sudden trip to the Alliance, but even A1-308 had heard the news of the Outkasts' dispersal. His people wanted answers.
Rulshkka just wasn't sure that this was the way to go about it, no matter how effective it may be.
"Well, I don't have a problem with it. If they wanna use me as their puppet sometimes, who am I to say no? They brought me back to life, 'member?" Kohgrash said so nonchalantly like his dying hadn't caused Rulshkka to age a hundred years in two months.
Ugh. It wasn't that Rulshkka had a problem with it, really. He just hated that Kohgrash had to be used in such a way - in front of the whole world. This was probably why they hadn't told him the entire plan when they did this for the Alliance. Rulshkka worried.
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