Kadyle Hesson had always liked the his hometown. Native to the city a day away, his parents had decided to summer in a large estate by the lakefront adjacent to Himmelbrook. They had doted on their son, which was endearing to see, since the pair were known to be rather vicious in business, and unrelenting elitists. This contrast wasn't lost on them, and they were afraid of showing such weakness where it oughtn't be shared, so the little boy Kadyle spent more and more of his winter months in the tall grass around the estate, and soon became a friend of the villagers. His maid was from Himmelbrook and she introduced him to everyone.<br/><br/>Magic was something of a commodity, and like any boy he'd idolized the weavers, who truly knew the art. He decided early that he wanted a Familial, but his parents wouldn't pay for it until he could properly wield one. They'd only choose one of great pedigree, and refused to consider the woodland lives he brought home. In the end, Kadyle was left with a number of temporary pets, but none of them tied to him in any other way than he could managed, himself, which meant they only had sentimental and emotional value.<br/><br/>His whiny and dependent disposition faded with longer absences from his parents, and he came to consider the townsfolk his kin, instead. It was a strange relationship in the light of how he still placed himself as something of a ruler as soon as he'd sprouted tall enough to be commanding. They started coming to him for help, much to the irritation of the mayor, who's family had been tasked with leading Himmelbrook for three generations. In the end, at a grand party at Kadyle's home, the older man Geseff Olainu, challenged the dapper lad Hesson to a duel, with the rule of the village wagered. Geseff lost after having chosen rapiers as their weapon, and while the bet wasn't official, the shame eventually drove him to move from Himmelbrook. It wasn't long until the people asked Kadyle to move into his post.<br/><br/>His parents were greatly opposed to such time-consuming engagements when he was meant for greater things, and the village was worried for their spokesman and figurehead a few years. Some said they thought the feud within the family darkened the boy, putting depth into his pale eyes and a brooding edge to his previously soft jaw. It of course had an effect on the women in town, as though he'd not been quite eligible before, strapping, long and rich - now his sympathy for them weighted on his youthful shoulders, a burden which he carried gallantly, his red lips always to their defense.<br/><br/>It came as a blessing for all then, when the mountain bore fruit. Kadyle had dug deep for its riches, to show his parents that his stay here was valid, that he might one day surpass their wealth and societal importance by remaining in their summer home. Gems with great worth on the market, and some with magical properties too, said the weavers that tested the stones. Himmelbrook blossomed, every able body had work, and its long due golden period engraved itself into town memory as merry times. When they celebrated their fortune, they also celebrated the Hesson son.<br/><br/>He was left to become quite the eccentric. Nothing overly bizarre, but the Hesson summer estate was becoming known to the cream of other places too as a place to be. He threw decadent parties, and expanded on the building. Not only a rich mine, but he was bringing refinement at least to the outskirts of the village, and the glistening lake, where grand boats found themselves by way of the neighbouring river and water veins. Many great deals were made with his music in the background, and his wine in the glasses.<br/><br/>There were rumors too, as comes with any larger than life persona. People said he went hunting with his hands for long stretches of time, and that's where he found his current familial, a horned wolf, that it had been easy for the weaver to join them because he'd been living alongside the pack for quite some time, and fathered the pup himself. They said he held sordid parties in one of the many halls of his abode and that he was a master lover, and that he lubricated his business with the bodies of the young and beautiful. The townsfolk wanted to believe in their hero, so they made sure to disregard these tales as just that.<br/><br/>No one was surprised, then, when he offered to take in a less than fortunate girl when her home had been shut off, her only guardian locked inside by the same spell. It seemed the mayor had taken an interest in her, and treated her quite kindly, offering up the Hesson Estate for her for as long as she wanted. It was unavoidable that he'd bring her along to his meetings too. Blind girl on his arm. It was a constant reminder that not only had he elevated their status, but he also had a sympathetic heart. Soon the villagers came to embrace the girl too, who had been somewhat invisible before.<br/><br/>Kadyle smiled to himself as he walked through the garden. Fall, said the leaves, and did. The house looked good in the orange morning and the weather was just a little bitter, like coffee with too much cream. He had trusted to his late summer tailoring for this, but the somber colors still fit in with the time. Dark eyes casually stroking the comparatively still garden, and black hair tied back in a wealth of beautiful snakes. Vokalt lingered close, always, the massive wolf with disproportionately large shoulders and those swirled horns liked his familiar just as much as he liked his freedom, and roamed the bushes, looking for critter. If someone fretted over the animal and told on the groundskeeper, it wouldn't be the first time. Vokalt's pack haunted the woods, but the beast in the Hesson estate only used its teeth on people when its dapper master said so.<br/><br/>This place was made for warmth, but the Hesson son liked how it looked in other times. He'd decidedly fortified it - it wasn't like the original architecture was flimsy - but preserved the summer details. He wanted people to be suspended in that dreamy state, when endless summer stretched on either side of you. The gems he pulled out of the mount were summer colors. His life was an ode to that season. It didn't mean he could love the cold, too.<br/><br/>He smiled, sharp beauty softening when he looked around. He'd told the maid to fetch his newest ward, and produce her by the drying fountain that greeted carriages when the came in. He went there, and Vokalt followed. The wolf liked to bully her familial. It should have been a clue as to its master's mind, too. She'd stayed here a while now, and he'd been perfectly courteous, but it was time he hide inside all the assumptions he'd built around them. She lived here only, it was innocent, for what public eyes could tell, poor girl. He'd tiptoed around her use to a man, but he wondered if fall wasn't a perfect time for her to do just that. From  grace.