We are at war. There will be scars.
He enjoys his mother's company. They understand each other in a unique way, both of them perhaps a little overly serious, both of them terribly adult. He's still young, a year and a half old, but he's so far beyond his years that it doesn't even seem to matter.He enjoys the anecdotes his mother shares with him, tales of places he's soon to visit. He wants to know it all; perhaps he is old for his age, but he's retained his youthful sense of exuberance, his child's desire to do far too much and know absolutely everything.
They arrive quickly, and are just as quickly greeted by two horses. He doesn't miss the way the man's eyes land on Straia and then slide to him, softening as they do. He is comfortable using this, the power of his youth, and he makes note that it could be doable here, in this place. Not that he's about to pretend to be something he's not; he will be every bit the ambassador of the Chamber, in part because the youth is a role he so doesn't know how to fulfill. The winds around them calm, he notes with interest, and wonders if the stallion has anything to do with it. He makes note of the stallion's name – Brennen.
And then just as quickly, another approaches. This one has a decidedly diplomatic bearing, he thinks, a quietness that reminds Erebor of himself. Both of them are pleasant enough, and Erebor doesnot see either of them posturing to threaten. And so, diplomatic still, he maintains a relaxed demeanor – not casual (never casual), but not as though he is expecting a threat.
"Brennen, Crito, it's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for coming to greet us." he begins, knowing that his mother won't mind him speaking first, and speaking for both of them. "I'm Erebor, and this is Straia. We come on a diplomatic mission from the Chamber." his voice is rich and smooth, no doubt far richer and far smoother than the voice of a yearling-and-change has any right to be. "How does the tundra fare?"
And then he is silent, not looking to his mother but knowing that she will add whatever she wants, asking specific, pointed questions that his lack of knowledge doesn't even allow him to consider. That's why he is here with her: to learn.
Erebor
Native Prince of the Chamber
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