Problems of a little raven
Nealuchi diverted the attention from the book he was reading and he looked to the open window. Standing on the balcony, there was Naesala, a much younger self of the actual Raven king. He was looking at the old crow, he had an angry expression on his face, his eyes were full of tears and his face red, his fist were trembling, rigid on his sides.
Nealuchi sighed; Naesala had had a fight with his friends, again.
- What is it, nestling? - he asked, closing his book. He had already understood that it was going to be a long talk and he wouldn't resume his reading anytime soon.
- Tibarn is stupid-, the young raven said, walking towards Nealuchi's bed and sitting on it, like he had always done when he had searched comfort from the other.
- And don't call me nestling-, he added without even realizing it.
He didn't really hate that nickname because it made him feel special, but he was a grown raven by now, at least in his mind. He couldn't let Nealuchi call him in that way anymore, especially in front of his friends, so he had started to scold him every time he would have heard it, and it had become a habit even if, of course, it had never stopped Nealuchi.
- Now dear. Why would you say such things? - the old raven gently asked.
- He… he said that I am a dirty evil crow and that even Reyson won't play with me anymore…- Naesala answered, then he massaged his left cheek, redder than the other one, - … and he punched me-, he added.
- Let me see…- Nealuchi said, getting closer to the young raven in order to check his injury. It wasn't bad, but he knew that it had hurt mostly Naesala's pride.
He had always acted so cool and clever but as soon as someone scolded him or hit him he would have to fight with all his strength to not cry, and things were ever worse if it happened in front of someone. He didn't want to appear weak, but sometimes he could have been such a crybaby.
Nealuchi sat beside him, and he said sweetly:
- I'm sure he didn't really mean it. But what have you done to make him so angry?-
- Nothing, this time!-, Naesala snapped, - Tibarn had lost his headband and he's convinced that I've stolen it-.
- It isn't my fault if he's stupid and loses his things-, he added, looking very upset.
However Nealuchi haven't completely bought it.
- Are you sure you have nothing to do with it? - he asked.
- I have already stolen it once, I'm not that stupid to stole it twice!-, Naesala answered, angry that someone had insulted his intelligence.
- Fine, fine, I believe you-, Nealuchi said, amused by his reaction, ruffling his blue hair.
- Don't worry-, he added; - when he'll find his headband, he will understand that he had been wrong-.
The young raven snorted:
- I won't forgive him, this time-, he stated, like all the other times he and Tibarn had argued: they had always said that they would have never been friends anymore and the next day they were already playing together, forgetful of their previous purposes.
- Anyway-, he added to change the subject, - what were you reading?-
- Nothing special, just some old stories-, Nealuchi answered.
- Are they old like you? - Naesala asked, showing an unexpected interest.
- Oh, not at all. They're even older-, the elderly raven said, laughing heartily at the other's surprise. It was time for his nestling to learn that there were things much older than him in the world.
- Do you want me to read them aloud?-, he gently asked.
Naesala snorted and he answered:
- If you must-, however it was very clear that he was eager to hear them, in fact he quickly sat on Nealuchi's lap, waiting for him to start.
- All right, your majesty-, the old raven joked before opening the book again and starting to read where he had left.
Some time had passed and Nealuchi was still reading and Naesala was still listening.
They looked like a father with his son, or at least a grandfather with his grandson, and even if they weren't, they shared a similar bond: Naesala's mother was dead and his father showed up very rarely, so the little raven had spent more time with the older one; he was the nearest thing to a father figure to him.
They were having a very good time, until they heard a distant voice which was becoming clearer and clearer.
- Naesala! I found the headband. It wasn't you, ok? I'm sorry!-.
It was Tibarn and he had finally found what he had lost. As soon as Naesala heard that he jumped on his feet and he walked towards the window.
- Sorry Nealuchi, but I'll leave. Thanks for the reading-, he waved.
- Haven't you told that you weren't going to forgive him?-, Nealuchi asked amused.
- Well… but if he begs me hard enough… - the young raven justified himself.
- Do you want to be begged? - the older one said, surprised.
- Of course! Bye! - Naesala quickly answered, and it was obvious that he didn't want to talk about that any longer.
As he jumped off the window, flying towards Tibarn, Nealuchi shook his head, smiling.
Even if he knew that it would have been impossible, he wished that his nestling would have stayed like that forever.
Author's notes: Hi! Thanks for reading this, I hope you've enjoyed it!
The fact is that I love Nealuchi and Naesala's relationship and I wanted to write something about it. I'll be honest, it was better in my head, but I'm satisfied with this story anyway. I like to imagine young Naesala as a big crybaby who tries to hide it, so he doesn't show often his weak side and only Nealuchi knows this.
In the game nothing is said about Naesala's parents, but it obvious that Nealuchi is a father figure for him, so I think that they are either dead or so busy that they can't see their son very often, so he spends a lot of time with the old raven.
I also like the idea of Naesala playing not only with Reyson and Leanne, but with Tibarn too. I think that they would argue very often, but in the end they always make peace.
Well, it's all for now. I you want, leave a review, I'll be very happy to read them. Byeeeee! - Feeldespair