Like a thorn to the holy ones [Magnus]

[Nymphetamine]

Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones

Nymphetamine knew he hadn’t been around, he knew that he had dropped the ball. When he left, Tephra had been fine. It had Offspring, Killdare, Mallis, Topsail, and the others to hammer out the details, to make sure Tephra had what it needed. Tephra didn’t need him, he didn’t know that all that would change so quickly and that Magnus would have been left alone to do the work.  Maybe things would have been different right now had he known, but he can’t go back and change things. The bay was here now, he was trying to get to work, to help, to lighten Magnus’ load. Thought it didn’t seem to matter, as Magnus glared from behind his light eyes. Before Magnus even spoke Nymph sighed knowing he had upset the ruler. He feared such a thing, from the beginning, but oh well. He saw no point in tiptoeing around what he needed to be helpful and useful.  Magnus would just have to swallow his grumpy old man feelings and come to terms.

Magnus words fell off his tongue with an ill-contained temper.  Though Nymphetamine would be grumpy too if he had done all the heavy lifting by himself. The old buckskin was too willing to go alone, Nymph planned to change that, he wouldn’t allow it.  Nymph listened to his words, making sure to keep his face neutral, as to not start the buckskin off on any further tangent. When he fell silent nymph grinned. The telling grin that his signature snarkiness was about to flow. ”Never, my liege. The great and wise Magnus would never rest on his laurels and leave Tephra weak to attack, to dwindle away to nothing. No. No. But I would warn that his old face might get frozen with such a stink eye if he continues to glare so. But seriously, Magnus, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ve wasted enough time already to then tiptoe around what work I need to do.”

The great fae themselves would have to put the blood bay back together if Magnus took his jest wrong, but what was life without jest and danger?  Nymph eyed the leader caution behind the merriment in his eyes. Surely he would live to tell another tale, but Magnus went on about their allies before addressing anything else. Nymphetamine listened closely, trying to pick up the details. As if the leader’s inflection would hint at the minor feelings and gut reactions that go into trust and alliance. Either way, nymph was not a king, or a ruler, or anything of the sort. He had been a right hand and a confidant, but alliance decisions, in the end, were never his.  So when Magnus finished Nymph didn’t know what he was looking for from him. He simply nodded, allowing the silence to sit for a moment. ”Well then, that is where I start. I’ll go them ask how they are faring, and if they would favor official ties; that I am gathering information for you so we can grow our friendships….unless you think otherwise?”

He knew Magnus didn’t fully trust him nor his abilities, it would be interesting to see how Magnus moved forward. Nymphetaime was untested by the buckskin’s opinion, surely, but nymph knew the job kingdoms were different but diplomacy was largely the same. Time hadn’t changed things that much.

NYMPHETAMINE

Magnus' Personal Thorn, Once Governor of Chamber