Zalbaag: On Elder Brothers

Ten years divides him from his first sibling, their half-brother coincidently another decade younger. It piques his quiet curiosity: What kind of elder brother should he be? Should he, too, be cordial but distant?

A small smile chides him, touches loosened lips that subtly hint to the apprentices information his younger self would've wanted to hear. Like the boys they are, they eagerly take flight to prove themselves.

He turns away; that's the kind of elder brother he wishes to be.

They'll be in trouble later. But he knew that they, like his younger self, would have it no other way.