07-01-2017, 02:58 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
He returns with Nayl at his side.
Amet is numb. Whether from adrenaline, fatigue, terror, or a smattering of the three,he doesn't know or care. He just knows that he needs Nayl and Djinni inside Hyaline. A meeting of the minds, he supposes. One that leaves him entirely outranked but much safer than he could ever be on his own (at least for now, when he is still an inexperienced king with no magical traits in a world of magic). With the Empress at his gilded flank, Amet leads her through the recently destroyed Hyaline with a quiver in his lip.
His hooves fall on soft dirt, where the earth has been churned and roots have been ripped up. Of the trees that still stand, the majority of them were still not lucky enough to be left to their silent existence, instead charred and smokey from Levi's flames.
The scent makes his nostrils flare, but worse still is the scent that permeates from his beloved lake as they move nearer to it. The fish had all been murdered as the lake had boiled, and its usual crystalline surface still looks oddly colored in the very early morning moonlight.
The dispirited king is pleased to see that Castile has returned from Sylva with Djinni so swiftly. Amet can hear the Queen of Slyva questioning Castile as they near, his ears turned forward despite his inner turmoil. He answers her quickly as he comes to a stop, "They call themselves the Lost Boys. More specifically, they were Maugrim, Deathwish, Kolera, Levi, and..." he grimaces, a small pause before he says, "Iset."
He doesn't yet know the girl's involvement, but he knows his sister.
"Molotov. She's a telepath. She read their minds for me, before I left for Nerine."
Amet
@[Nayl] @[Castile] @[Djinni]