06-17-2017, 03:05 AM
His smile easily reached his eyes when she spoke of seeing their home. How much was known of Hyaline throughout Beqanna he was unsure. He’d only heard of one or two places himself, when he’d found his brother unoccupied and had stolen those brief opportunities one on one to talk… about the lake, the craggy peaks of the mountains or Amet’s favourite tree. Pleasantries really, much of what should have been said still wasn’t. Sakir was good at avoiding the inevitable, but then again, trying to pry his brother away from his summer fling to dredge up their past, well, it seemed selfishly peace shattering. And of course, Iset needed to not be there, that would be too much.
“Oh Sylva,” he couldn’t recall if Amet had tossed that name at him before or not. Not that it mattered, siblings were bound in many ways. He knew an emissary from a sister kingdom was already welcome here. Perhaps Amet had been expecting her. “I’m Sakir, my siblings rule this place. If you like, I can take you to my brother.” It seemed odd that Djinni would choose to visit just before the fall of night. His brother’s days were already long, but perhaps there had been no choice in that. “Or perhaps you’d first like to rest?” He offered uncertainly in much the way one does when they’re trying to be hospitable yet aren’t learned enough to be sure of the right move.
It hardly mattered though. Rest it seemed, was a luxury for those who had no duty. His ear twitched towards the gentle thud of a new set of hooves, his brother moving purposefully to his side. He could read his brothers proudness in that easy smile. Sakir was glad for it, shifting so as to bump his brother affectionately with his side. For a moment, it was almost as if nothing had changed.
Amet knew what to do, how to handle things. Eagerly Sakir followed his brother’s lead. “It won’t look like much now, but if you stay for when the light retouches it, the lake sparkles like your… leg decorations.” Or jewellery, that’s what Amet had called it.