The prodigal ex-prince returns - Sinder

[Sinder]

They were discussing, but that's all he remembers. What happened afterward slips his mind but he knows that the conversation went unfinished. There is still no voice in his head that he can transmit to others. There is no vibrating of his vocal chords. There is no sign of magic. It left him confused, but with the change of monarchy Sinder set aside his ambitions. Everything he wanted crumbled and he has been left without a thing to do. There is a difference in the world, one that can be heard only by those of silence like himself. Such a subtle change and he isn't entirely sure what it entails; nonetheless, he wants to be a part of it. There is a great urge inside him to help bring about the chaos with only his select few to ever rise. A coy grin just begins to tremble at the corners of his mouth until there is a familiar presence that thumbs through his thoughts and blankets over his consciousness. Yael. Unable to ignore her, Sinder allows his muted thoughts to hover and wait to be netted like fish. Oh, my dearest and most favorite of queens, he wonders what humor would sound like if he had a voice or telepathy. Would it be eerie like his hooded appearance or would there be something appealing about it? His eyes roll in their sockets to half-heartedly search for her, but Yael is nowhere to be seen. I have missed you oh so much. Sinder tries to convince himself that it is a lie, but there is something about the coy magician that always seems to draw his interest. SINDER