Legacy of the Descendants V: Children of the Ice

Three weeks had passed since Remy broke the news to Gale. She had been utterly inconsolable for a couple of days, but she took her own advice and talked to her boyfriend about it whenever she felt like she was about to break. Even during recent nights, she would still wake up crying, but Mizu had simply to sing a lullaby to her in the Old Language (which every child was taught at a young age, yet barely understood) and she would be sound asleep within minutes. She was never one to let herself fall apart, or blame herself over something she had no way of changing. Instead, she chose to focus her anger on Kazir, almost wishing that he would come so that she could throw her feelings at him as she ripped his heart out through his eyes. But despite Remy's warning (as well as Altair's), Kazir and his band of Ukanlos warriors hadn't been seen or heard of since that night. Remy had left a couple of days after returning to Gale, worried about Kazir's sudden blending into the shadows, and tried to track him as much as possible to try and find out what the Descendant was up to.

Meanwhile, the labours on Altair's Gigas', and Skylar's (who had long since recovered from her run-in with the Black Beast) end had borne no fruit either. They had yet to kill or capture the Yamiokami. Sightings in themselves were a rarity, and on around five nights in a week, no such creature was sighted, and the only spoils that the hunter's ever returned from their hunts with were thier lives (luckily).

On the other hand, the hunters did have one thing to celebrate today-it was Mizu's nineteenth birthday.

"We've been here for nearly a month, and nothing has happened. What's going on? I'm kinda worried." Gale said, sighing and resting her arms on the newly-fitted window sill (the inn had undergone some minor renovations in the time that had elapsed since the four left Hyoku). Mizu stood next to her, slightly behind (the window sill wasn't long enough for two pair's of arms. Gale turned around and pur her hands on his face. "Anyway, nevermind that for now. Today is your day." She said, kissing him quickly. She walked toawrd the door. "C'mon, sexy," Gale chirped (she had undertaken this nickname ever since the incident with the prositute at The Three Horns), "We're going to the bar. You can drink now, remember?" she said taunting him, her earthy brown hair and eyes dazzling in the sunlight that burst in when the door was wide open. Mizu extended his arm's up and outwards in a questioning gesture.

"What, no birthday sex?" he said, only half-joking, slowly following Gale an her way out.

"Be careful where you say that! There are kids in the next room. Besides, I don't want children, not a toddler army," she muttered humourfully.

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(Rest comes tomorrow)