After three long days Peyton finally crept into Daemon's room. Lucivar was beyond exhausted and in need of sleep. Yet he still sat next to his brother looking too terrified to move. Terrified if he left Daemon wouldn't be there when he returned.

Slowly he crossed the room and came up to Lucivar's side. In a soft voice he said, "You need to get rest, Prince."

Lucivar snorted, "Is that why you haven't came in here for three days? You needed rest?"

"I've been with Daemon…" Seeing the searing look and knowing the comment that would follow, he quickly added, "Black widow craft." Slowly he brought the thin gold chain that held the crystal away from Daemon's neck then pulled out the one that he held under his plaid cotton shirt. "They're not quite the same but they're linked. Tersa did that for him."

"How?" that one word came out as an aspirated whisper.

"Some things prince should never be asked and others have no answer."

"Tersa told you that?"

"No…" Peyton shook his head then sighed, "Her mother did a very long time ago."

Taking a breath Lucivar broth himself to ask, "So the web is linked but that means what?"

"It means our brother is having a wonderful time pretending he is about five."

"That makes no…."

"His mind needs time to heal and right now everything that is connected to this…" his hand waved gesturing at the room as well as the wounds," is too much for him to handle."

"So you and Revenar have been…"

"Rev. ? He hasn't been… in… here?" If he hasn't been here then where?

In a low growl Lucivar spoke, "If there is going to be trouble…"

"No I'm sure he just went to find something. You know Daemon met him once. It was very briefly."

He let out a snort. "Was his experience nay better thin mine was?"

"It was only 20 years ago and your brother did something to protect something that was very special to Rev."

"Daemon protected what?" Oh, there were a few things Daemon would choose to protect none of which he could see Revenar having.

"Not really sure but Daemon is the only one that can release the web. And the only one who would recognize the object…look it's between them and if you really must now you can ask your cousin."

"So you know what it is and you won't tell…"

"It's need to know and right now puppy it has nothing to do with our brother getting better so leave it alone." He said the last part very slowly and made sure that his very eyrien brother got the message.

"Fine explain the web then. And how I can use it."

Peyton's long narrow fingers wrapped lightly around the back of Lucivar's neck. "First go get some rest then I can see if I can find a black widow that could try to explain it."

Letting out a weak growl he said, "Many people have lost hands for doing what you just did."

"I'm sure they have. Now bed."

In a weak protest Lucivar spoke, "I do out rank you and I could …"

"Boyo if I have to say it one more time I'm sure I can find one of the little darlings to kick your ass out of here. But since you do out rank me I'll give you the choice."

His wings tensed in preparation of a battle. His eyes narrowed and with a growl he spoke on a very calm very controlled voice, "What choice?"

"You can find a place in here to sleep or get your ass to the keep and explain to your very edgy father why you're being sent there."

Now grinning Lucivar gave his older brother the best praise that he would ever give him, "You would almost be likable if you were eyrien."

Taking that as a complement Peyton gave a sigh, "I'm sure."


Revenar landed on the official landing web. For an eyrien warrior he looked both mentally and physically exhausted… as a man of more than 50,000 years of age he looked much worse.

Thinking that he had been out on a long crawl Talon grinned, "Long night?" or nights, since he hadn't been seen in nearly three days.

It was then Revenar moved to the side and a young… Hayllian? … male with a hunched back and a very noticeable limp came to his side. He looked defeated, scared more than that he seemed lost. It was then Talon noticed his scent of lack of one. "Broken?' the word came out as a whisper.

Softly Revenar spoke choosing to ignore the question," He knows Prince Sadi…" with a shrug he continued, "I thought it would help if they were reacquainted."

He hadn't brought the boy here to help with the healing but to meet up with the Prince on roads that twisted around in the madness called the Twisted Kingdom; roads only a few traveled willingly. Talon only nodded. The boy was of no threat but the eyrien would be if pushed and right now he would rather have him as an ally than an enemy.

Revenar carefully wrapped his very well toned arm around the boy's middle and grabbed his wrist with his other hand. It wasn't that the lad needed help to walk but he didn't want him to try to run off … again

Slowly they disappeared down the street towards the healing house and out of Talon's sight.

Lucivar was resting on the long couch that had been brought in to the room a few days ago. Laying there he hadn't realized just how tired he was or how good a lumpy old couch could feel.

Slowly the door creaked open making an almost eerie hollowed sound. It was enough to drag him out of his almost sleep. Enough for him to change his breathing into a very controlled state. A state that was awake fringing on sleep.

Seeing his brother slip into the room Payton gestured to remain silent then pointed to the should be sleeping eyrien who was on the couch. He had the intention of following that silent command himself when he noticed the boy. With a gasp the words flowed out of his mouth before they could be stopped, "Are you out of your mind?" came out as a hiss.

With his fingers wrapped ready to call in his war blade Lucivar was on his feet and ready to defend/ protect. Slowly understood Peyton's gasp as he saw the terrified look in the young boys deep golden eyes. Backing away from the killing edge he began to recognize the boy… oh he was older now and now longer a child. By rights no longer a boy, but he still recognized him as a boy that he had seen at one of Daemon's flats. What was that like twenty years ago? It didn't make sense; it didn't then and it sure the hell didn't now.

Growling he finally gave his question a voice, "What in the name of …"

"Puppy quite. If you're going to growl you can do it somewhere else." Revenar glared at him giving him I've already stepped off one battle ground don't make me step onto another look.

Daemon. Healing room. The webs. The thoughts of his brother or that which were keeping him alive being destroyed entered his mind… slowly he started again, "Who is he?" indicating the unknown boy with a jerk of his head.

Revenar stiffened unsure how this would affect him being able to live in Kaeleer, "My son."

A gasp, "What?" Oh yes he needed sleep. That would so explain why his brain wasn't putting this together quick enough.

Shifting from one foot to the other he grumbled, "Restoration tonic mixed with the night of fire brew I think.

Restoration tonic enhanced by one to make sure a seed would be present added to a dose of Safermate. He could see it all too well now. But why…. No he didn't want that information right now. Not when he wouldn't be able to do anything with it. Dryly he said, "I see."

Knowing the unspoken question Revenar offered, " the bitches wanted another leash. It held only till he made the offer. They were residents of hell before he came back out."

While they were speaking the boy jerked and tugged till he finally broke the grip that held him. Before anyone could stop him he was on the far side of Daemon's bed with his back up to the wall. His eyes were wild yet he seemed calm. If he were eyrien it wouldn't mean a thing if he were calm… the fact that he was eyrien made the point all too clear.

Calmly Revenar reached out his hand. In a soft soothing tone he said, "Come here."

The boy bared her teeth and with a menacing growl said, "No."

Lucivar stifled a laugh. Daemonar did the same thing when he wanted to remain with Orin. It always ended the same … in eyrien pissing match that boiled down to who had the darker jewel and who knew how to use craft to float his unruly child to where he wanted him to go. No need to say any of that just yet.

Again Revenar spoke this time adding a bit of fatherly authority to his voice, "Paynar, Come here."

The hunch of his back twitched as he tried to stand to his full height. His shoulders rolled back in defiance, "No."

"Ah …. Leave him be." Coughing to cover the laugh that was stuck in his throat, "I'm sure Daemon wouldn't mind."

"You find this funny." Revenar's voice cracked faltering between anger and hysteria.

"Yep. My son does this all the time. Usually use craft to float him home."

Revenar glared Peyton laughed, "I am so glad I never had children."

Crisis diverted Revenar glared at Lucivar," Daemon won't mind?"

"Naw, he likes kids. Usually volunteers to watch Daemonar." No need to mention that those days were also during the times when he couldn't be around his son. Nor was he about to say anything to the fact that Daemon usually growled about it for a few moments when he went and tied to bring his son back home. Nope, no need to mention any of that right now. besides the boy was on the cusp of being a man and there were a few rules of the family that Revenar would just have to figure out on his own.