Ciara' voice rang out like a church bell echoing off the underground chamber's walls. But there was no response from the sleeping man. Walking closer under the light of Elric's spell, that was like a miniature star birthed out of nothingness, Ciara was certain that it was her husband, and Elric's father Artro Vellen.
"Husband, we are home. Your son wants to meet his father for the second time in his life." She called out in a gentle voice.
But he still did not move an inch. If it where not for her being able to see the slow rise, and fall of his chest while he slept, Ciara would have thought Artro was long dead. Reaching down she rubbed on his shoulder while calling out his name.
"Artro, Artro, I is time to get up my love."
Still he did not respond to her at all.
"Is he?"
"He is still as warm as I remember him to be, and I can clearly see that he is breathing. Your father was always a deep sleeper, from what I can remember?"
"So he is my father then?"