Fallen Phoenix
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Dawnbringer Temple
Midvinter
It was early summer morning on Midvinter, with stars still clearly lit across the skies above. Sat upon the edge of the mountainside and with their legs dangling over the precipice, brothers Thyrian and Thurion looked to the east. The sun had just begun its climb, casting pink and orange rays of light along the horizon. Thurion had fallen asleep waiting for their father to rise from his slumber, his head finding a place to rest in the soft, warm furs of his brother's cloak covering his shoulders. Meanwhile Thyrian kept an arm wrapped around his younger brother to keep his temperature from dropping.
"Thurion," he whispered and shrugged his shoulder ever so slightly, causing the younger to awaken. He murmured something in return and let out a yawn while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Sorry, did I fall asleep?" Thyrian smiled and scratched his beard, his arm still around Thurion. "Only a little," he assured him. "It's almost time. Father won't be long, now." Though he had passed on, it had been the High King's wish that Thrand attend the ceremony that was to take place, here on the site dedicated to his memory. So, they had waited until dawn to begin.
"Come on, then," the younger brother said as he sat up and stretched a bit. "We'd best get going. Being late to your own wedding simply won't do." He was the first to get up on his feet, and extended a hand for the elder. Taking his hand, Thyrian too arose from the snow-covered ground and brushed off what little had gotten caught on his trousers. Walking through a section of the newly constructed Dawnbringer Temple, Thurion marveled at the result of several years' hard work. "I never got to thank you for completing it," he spoke while they wandered. "I promised you and Coci I would," Thyrian replied with his usual bluntness. "What good is a man's word if he does not keep it?"
They made for the courtyard, and there to greet them was the likeness of their father encapsulated in bronze alongside two young boys. Thurion couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his childhood self. "Look at those two goofballs. Didn't expect to see them grow old, did you?" Thyrian remained silent, and raised a hand to place upon the cheek of the older child. "You nervous?" The groom shifted his gaze toward their father and smiled. "No."
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