Call it aftermath; Levi

[Levi]

"... branding, perhaps?"  The dark stallion suggests, and the smile which graces his lips has a hint of something wicked in it. He would never outgrow his attraction to flames, and he finds the idea of willing victims fascinating. It reminds him of the way he had allowed Karaugh to feed on his nutrient-rich blood during her imprisonment. The thought of the rolls being reversed, his flames dancing along the skin of someone who isn't afraid their heated touch, is enticing - even if it was under much less sexually charged circumstances.

Longclaw has thought this out, as he should have with the weighty title of General resting on his slim blue shoulders, and as for training recruits and shaking things up, Levi can only agree. "I'll help. Patrolling the beach and guarding prisoners is tedious after a while." He had assumed the General was up to date on the recent imprisonment of Karaugh, but he watches for any hint of surprise on Claw's face anyway.

Just as the conversation seems to be wrapping up, a passing comment catches his attention.

"Nerine, huh?" He watches the iridescent stallion with well-hidden misgiving, wondering why Warrick would send his second in command on such a journey. "What takes you there, business or pleasure?"

The coinciding details of the two stallions impending travels are uncanny. Could it be possible that Ceara had found someone else to escort her to Nerine after he had delayed their trip? The thought that his sister could be acquainted - or worse- with Longclaw sends a thread of fear snaking through his blood, and he does not mention his planned trip to that same kingdom with Ceara.  

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.