[private] Desolation comes upon the sky // Leilan

[Leilan]

Shit. There had been a miscalculation. One instant he calls; hearing no immediate call in return he leisurely wallowed forwards. He was no real stranger here, this was home. In a way. I mean, he knows the place, although he hadn't really spent his childhood as a proper son of the queen, instead wandering literally everywhere and spooking sisters and whoever else was near to spook. The next instant she's upon him like a warhammer; her voice demands him to stop, but he's slow enough not to take two more steps. Good grief, he's glad he didn't; he's suddenly surrounded by some kind of magic spears pointing at his neckline. He holds his head high, though not in pride at the moment - he'd underestimated how fierce a Nerinian might be in preventing his coming - fierce he had expected, but a threat on his life a little less; especially if the threat came with all the magic a Beqannian mare had to offer. He bursts at the question though - steps back to out his laugh, for he knows he does not want it to be his last. "No..." he hiccups, "I don't think you had the time!" He does know manners, of course. When his mother finally remembers to use a normal, day vision instead of that attack mode view that had almost cost him a few drops of blood, she drops the one attack for another - almost choked in the embrace, he knows to hug her back and not ask questions until she has settled down. His hairless mother was always an emotional creature; even though the most frequent of that might be anger or irritation, that was still an emotion. She doesn't finish her sentence, but perhaps it's better that way. He knows he's been Away, but he's been good, so he shrugs a little. "Heard you died. Then I hear you're alive. Figured I should visit sometime." he quirks. When she ask how he's been the smile becomes a bit more mischievous. "Oh you know, boy things. Nothing too bad. But apparently it's not Beqanna." he adds. He's as vague on the travelling part as the travelling is or was to him, so he doesn't talk about it much. But it was good, to have friends his age, friendly rivals and a place to tease girls their age and younger. It's only that tiny bit of him that finally grew up that reminded him to come home; but now he's planning to continue is careless lifestyle as best as he can.

@[Scorch]