Though he looked much like his mother, with his blue skin and markings akin to her own, there were many who said he was much more like his father. Leo`iridi found that hard to believe at first. After all, his father was a hard man with an intense aura. Once upon a time, all he knew was his father's soft side but as years passed... It baffled Leo. How was he like his father? It ate at him. He was no cold man; Leo was described his uncle as a book nerd. He was no warrior; the sanctum of the library was his haven.
It wasn't until he broached the notion to his grandmother that he learned what many meant by his likeness to his father. After she laughed for a good moment. He was like his father in his rarely seen soft side. Each time he raised a book to his face. As he played the notes of a melody. The gentleness of his father was what Leo embodied. Although Leo`iridi didn't believe it at first, he started noticing it as the years passed.
Such strange years...