Xerxes and Vestuvious sat there for a while in the Temple Garden gathering themselves and taking in what they told each other... taking the time to enjoy a few private moments as father and son before getting up and heading into the Temple towards the dining hall. As they were talking, a little boy ran into Xerxes in tears, falling down his face in streams, fell to the floor with his left arm in an awkward position and blood flowing down to his fingertips. Xerxes knelt down and started talking to him while Vestuvious examined his arm.
"Easy there, son. You're alright now. What's your name?" Xerxes asked calmly right before Vestuvious lifted his arm gently to acess his injury. He couldn't have been older than eight years old.
"Kyle." the little boy replied fighting his balling tears down
