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Your voice is right enough; Brennen - Leilan - 03-25-2018
@[Brennen] RE: Your voice is right enough; Brennen - Brennen - 03-26-2018 hold me in this wild, wild world 'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be It is strange, to him, that there is no winter on the islands. To have gone from a home where summer was the shortest season, and quite mild, to a place where summer reigns supreme three seasons out of four, with winter bringing only slightly milder climes, is quite an adjustment. A pleasant one, but disorienting nonetheless. There is little to differentiate spring on Ischia except the birth of foals and chicks, and he has noticed his friends amongst the birds have been less social lately, devoted instead to feeding the noisy creatures in their nests. And in truth, he didn't know anything could be louder than the parrots, but their chicks are nearly deafening when they are hungry! Still, they do not neglect the task he has convinced them to take on, and a blue male comes looking for Brennen with shrill cries of 'Stranger, Stranger!' long before the bay stallion hears his name on the wind, and so he is already halfway back to the beach at a brisk trot when he does hear the unfamiliar voice. Not for the first time, he is glad to have found a place where the inhabitants are as curious about the residents as they are smart; instead of avoiding him like the wildlife of his other homes, the birds seek him out frequently and have been happy to take up part of the burden of monitoring their shores and skies. Long strides have brought him out of the jungle now and Brennen slows, lifting his head to get a better look at the other stallion standing some distance away, clearly having crossed quite recently as the waters are only just beginning to cover the sand bars fully again, once more closing the path to the island until the next day. He doesn't call a greeting, as he assumes if the strange is looking for him by name, he'll be expecting him to come. Instead he just slows to a Walk as he gets close, and then halts and gives a polite nod, a curious tilt of his head as he takes in the boy's gold streaks, and tries to remember if he'd noticed him during the games' he had been a spectator, but focused mainly on his children and grandchildren that had been participating, so he had missed a lot of the rest' but he thinks he remembers this boy, as he remembers may of those who had been most exemplary (his own trio amongst the winning teams, which made him swell with pride). "Welcome to Ischia," he says politely, amber eyes not unfriendly but guarded. "Brennen, at your service." hold me in this wild, wild world and in your heat I feel how cold it can get BRENNEN Ooc: sorry this sucks I'm on my phone and just trying to get some stuff up. :/ will try to do better next time. I don't think they've ever met so I didn't have Brennen recognize him. RE: Your voice is right enough; Brennen - Leilan - 03-29-2018
RE: Your voice is right enough; Brennen - Brennen - 04-02-2018 hold me in this wild, wild world 'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be It’s true that Brennen had felt little need to prove himself in the fae’s games, but less because of his age and more because he’s already proven himself time and again in battle, and even now is competing in his second Alliance. Better, overall, to let the young and the unproven fight their way to prizes and recognition in the games, and he to conserve his energy for his next Alliance battle and for the plotting and planning he was doing at home. And while they had not been alone on the field by any means, the young had certainly thrived in the competition; he approved heartily of the confidence it had added to the steps of his own family, and while something tells him this stallion in front of him doesn’t have any confidence issues, he’s sure that the win is a feather in his cap nonetheless. The birds are almost never silent while the sun is out, but they quiet a bit when Brennen reaches the stranger, those with their own nests and mates and chicks to care for heading back to said nests, leaving only some of them to watch and study the men as they walk along the beach. The boy – and okay so he’s pretty grown, but he has nothing on Brennen – introduces himself and says his mother sent him, and Brennen takes another look at him, searching for familiar features. He knows many Nerinians, but he thinks Scorch is the most likely to have sent him a son already; Hestia is very much on-board with the plan, but not to the same degree as his friend. And like Brennen, and unlike Hestia, Scorch has many descendants. He likes the younger stallion already, the words and irreverent tone reminding him of…someone. He hasn’t placed who that might be, but he returns the smile with a quick quirk of his own lips and a shake of his head (for once, free of feathered passengers clinging to his dark mane). “I am quite fond of a number of past and present Amazons,” he offers in reply, “but no, Nerine was not for me, not for the long-term. They bleed Amazons out of their very pores, no matter what they’d like to think, and a precious few stallions could hope to have a fair shot there.” He doesn’t know that even now, Nayl is protesting Hestia’s pledge to help Brennen regain his Brotherhood, on the claim that she had given him everything he could have wanted and he had not stayed. The bay warrior remembers it quite differently. He remembers the feeling of being given his due respect for being the warrior he was, but knowing he’d never hold true rank amongst them. Of Nayl announcing her plan to have all men prove themselves in the gladiators before being allowed any rank or recognition at all. Of offering her Hyaline, rather than taking it for himself, and still it had barely been good enough. No. He respects her still for what she had done for the remains of the sisterhood that called Nerine home, but it had been no home for a Brother of the Tundra. “It’s marginally better here, though the current Queen allows it to grow stagnate and purposeless, just as it was when we found it and she declared herself Queen because some jewel came along and attached itself to her head.” The jewel, just like the previous Keeper’s abdication, still puzzles Brennen. He had respected Circinae, but found her successor lacking. And the lands had been, as a rule, rather hands-off their people in the new world (so unlike the near-sentient lands of old) that he has never felt truly comfortable with this one-time show of brief life supposedly from the Island itself. It certainly does not impede his plans in any way. “But it will not stay that way for long, which I’m sure is why Scorch sent you to find me. Tell me, Leilan, as a child of an Amazon lady, have you ever considered the Brotherhood of old?” He seems a smart kid, and being Scorch’s, Brennen has no doubt he is intelligent even if he prefers to play another public role. He remembers now – Leilan reminds him of Nihlus. And of Nihlus, he had eventually grown quite fond, despite their rocky start. Brennen is sure that the near-stranger can infer from Brennen’s words that they are planning some sort of coup. hold me in this wild, wild world and in your heat I feel how cold it can get BRENNEN RE: Your voice is right enough; Brennen - Leilan - 04-05-2018
RE: Your voice is right enough; Brennen - Brennen - 04-10-2018 hold me in this wild, wild world 'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be Leilan speaks the truth as Brennen, too, had known it, and he finds a small comfort he had never realized he was looking for in that fact. Sometimes, he still feels guilty for leaving the service of Nerine and the guardianship of Hyaline (and certainly there are those who think he should!) but he had always felt the same discrimination that Leilan speaks of; the same he is sure his daughters and lovers had felt in the Tundra; but that of course is why he and Scorch and Hestia plan to tie their two Kingdoms together, so it will be easy for the swap of those amongst them who would better fit in the other place. As to the shell – he shakes his head, frowning at the memory. “No. Many of us saw the shell glowing on the beach, some of us later shared seeming to have had strange dreams upon touching it, but it was Krone who appeared the next morning with it attached to her head, and claiming the land chose her.” The more he thinks about this, the weirder it gets but hey – hind sight. “But there were only a couple of us then, and I thought perhaps she had promise as a leader, so we let it go.” He hadn’t been ready, yet, to even think about taking a new home for the Brotherhood – not ready, emotionally, to finally give up the Tundra. Once again, Scorch has not failed him; her son shows himself curious and eager to hear what Brennen has to say about the Brotherhood. He nods in response to the roan’s idea of the Brotherhood, because that is about what the rest of them have envisioned. A band of men, yes, with a few women sprinkled in who have proven themselves. Brothers. It is the word he lives and dies on, now. His purpose. “If all goes well, we are simply going to follow the law of the land,” he admits, because the plan is grand in its simplicity. “There are few here on the island that are actually Ischians, anymore; most are my family and those we have begun to recruit for the Brotherhood. When we think we are ready, sometime quite soon, we will simply take a vote and remove Krone from the throne, and that will be all it takes for Ischia to belong to the Brotherhood.” Oh, how he hopes it will be so simple; but of course they have laid in contingency plans. “If all does not go that smooth, plan B is that I will challenge Krone for her throne, though I expect I would face her champion in battle instead because she is not a great warrior. I do not want to spill any blood unnecessarily, though, and to discourage such an outcome, your mother and her Queen have pledged Nerine’s support for the cause.” Brennen does not know that the Nerinians have had a meeting in which not all were as enthusiastic in their support, but it wouldn’t matter if he did; he trusts Scorch, and would trust that she and her queen will find a way to back him regardless. “Tentatively, we were planning our coup for after the Alliance has ended, but with the way everything is proceeding, we might well be ready far ahead of schedule.” hold me in this wild, wild world and in your heat I feel how cold it can get BRENNEN RE: Your voice is right enough; Brennen - Leilan - 04-14-2018
@[Brennen] Figured I'd make some sort of ending in this, so if you want a last reply to answer the question that's fine, otherwise let's move on since you've already posted the voting |