Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-17114085-20160704002725

The Aran went alone to the gardens of the palace. He had been feeling unwell from his time in that crowded throne room, but the fresh air of the garden healed that nearly instantly.

He sat on a bench that overlooked the waterfall that cascaded down the city's side and appreciated his time away from the people. ''I don't know how father ever did this. ''He thought. Adai-Ge had been a very popular Aran, a worthy successor to Auri-El. During his 2000 year reign he always took the time to listen to his people, even if it was the pettiest of complaints. It was due to this that Varla-Nal was forced to sit through those court sessions, it was expected of him because that is how his father always did it.

He sat there and his mind wandered. Anariel having mentioned her mother made him think of his own. He wondered where she had gone. She had disappeared shortly after his father had finally died. He was still not sure why. She hadn't been Adai-Ge's first wife, but she was the first to grant him a child, two in fact. All the others failed to do so during the time in which they were with the king. During his first marriage, the fact that no child came from their union was thought to have been the Ara's fault. However after the second marriage with no kids, rumors began to spread that the eldest son of Auri-El was infertile. Thankfully his third marriage finally gave him the heir he had hoped for.

Until Varla-Nal was born, Laure-Ril was his father's heir. It had been that way for 1700 years. Many had thought that the prince would try to make a move when the chosen star was born, but the Poet Prince was not the ambitious type.

Thinking about heirs made him think of his own. It was his younger brother currently. He was young, only 175 years old, still an adolescent. The young prince was still being educated, learning from the big three as his elder brother once had. Currently he was studying under Phynaster on Val Cira, but he had come to visit while he was on break from his training.

Varla-Nal had learned a lot from Phynaster, especially how to extract and implant thoughts, though he rarely used the spells. The rest of his magic he learned from Syrabane and he learned how to fight from Trinimac, with a few things also learned from the rogue god.

While he and his brother were never too close, it would be good to at least see him again. They had spoken little ever since their father died and their mother vanished.