07-01-2017, 02:57 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
You have done your duty, Warrick tells him,and Amet gives the older stallion a sheepish, uncertain smile. "I feel like I've failed them," the dragon king admits to his navy-pointed friend with lips that tremble. The attack has knocked the leather-plated Amet down a peg, who had thought he would be prepared to protect an entire territory because of the experience he'd gained protecting Iset and Sakir in the Dunes.
But no, it isn't that easy. Especially with Iset in the offending group.
Amet clenches his teeth and pushes his sister from his thoughts. It will do him no good to assume her role in it, whether positive or negative, until he is able to corner her in Hyaline. Hopefully, he thinks, while Sakir is nearby. The slender stallion shifts his weight and returns his gaze to Warrick when their topic turns towards Tephra, Offspring, and the idea of increasing patrols. His lips twist into a renewed frown at the thought that other territories of Beqanna could be targeted by the group that had attacked Hyaline.
"Yes, actually," he says with a bit more gusto as the Tephran stallion asks for more details, "Molotov, the telepath..." he trails off for a moment, a vision of Warrick in Hyaline with Tang and Molotov flooding into his head, "She was able to read them before they left. She said they call themselves the Lost Boys." He snorts as disgust wells in his belly.
"Maugrim. Deathwish. Kolera. Levi."
He keeps Iset's involvement to himself, of course. Nayl has the information she needs, and that's all that matters. No one else would need to know that she had taken any part in it.
"I need to get back to Hyaline. Please don't hesitate to visit. You are always welcome."
Amet
@[Warrick]
-bro nod-