11-10-2018, 04:55 PM
so give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'cause oh that gave me such a fright
'cause oh that gave me such a fright
He’d gone, briefly, back to Nerine to check in with those who’d stayed at home. But when he’d left Ischia, he’d rewoven his mental ‘net’ around Nerine and Icicle Isle, and the presence of the new power source had not gone unnoticed. Nor could it go uninvestigated. As soon as he can be spared from Nerine, he takes himself back to Icicle Isle – this time by the sky, joyfully stretching his wings. It seems a relatively tame meeting so far, and he can always zap himself from the air to the group if that changes. Otherwise, the simple pleasure he gets from flying the short distance from the cliffs of his new home to the island are completely worth it.
Still, he doesn’t want to arrive and know nothing of the situation, so he reaches into the water and then out, to listen from afar. When he arrives is a soft shuffle of dark feathers and graceful legs, it is between Castile and Leilan, facing off against the font of the power that had alarmed him. Brennen can feel the tenseness of the pied stallion at his one side, but at least he’s not the one who exploded every-fucking-thing the last time they all spoke. Castile is a formidable opponent and one he will be glad to have at his side if this comes to violence, but he has more self-control than the mare had. His amber eyes are considering, his head tilted, and his voice when he speaks is matter-of-fact. He honestly mostly ignores Phasus, choosing instead to take in the measure of the newcomer, but his first words are to the mare who tries to get Leilan alone. “He’s not that stupid. And even if he was,” he pauses to glance at Leilan, and his expression is briefly fond, the fact that he doesn’t think the boy is stupid momentarily clear in his bright eyes, “We’re not leaving him alone with a magician and a power augmenter. Family, kingdom loyalty, the whole shebang.”
With a shuffle of his wings, the equivalent of a careless shrug, he turns to Set and another overheard snippet of information to address. “Nerine doesn’t need you to heal anyone. We have healers of our own. Nor do we need your empty promises of peace – the declaration that only one land in an area will be a Kingdom is clear, and it will be Nerine. I don’t trust you to maintain this land as a mere herd, either of you, and thus you are a threat to us. You may defer to Leilan and Camomila as co-rulers of this Island, you may leave, or you can fight us to claim the island.”
His gaze slides sideways to meet Castile’s, and the understanding he can find in the dragon’s eyes when they meet makes his expression when he turns back to Set and Phasus slightly feral. Though there are certainly those amongst the people who call Nerine home who would rather this not end in bloodshed, the mage and the dragon have come to understand that it might be the only way forward. There’s a part of Brennen, a large part, that doesn’t even find that fact all that unfortunate; a part of him that has been restrained since the Alliance and would welcome a return to the plains of battle.
The last piece of the puzzle is Caw, and when he looks to her, his eyes are softer. He can’t help himself. “We’ll endeavor to make the process short,” he says in a gravelly drawl. “But it is the future and safety of our own loved ones and children at risk in the deal, so it must be done with gravitas and not overmuch rushed. Still, I apologize for disturbing your young ones. I’d be happy to shield them, if you’d like, from the noise and the poor vibes we are creating.”
Still, he doesn’t want to arrive and know nothing of the situation, so he reaches into the water and then out, to listen from afar. When he arrives is a soft shuffle of dark feathers and graceful legs, it is between Castile and Leilan, facing off against the font of the power that had alarmed him. Brennen can feel the tenseness of the pied stallion at his one side, but at least he’s not the one who exploded every-fucking-thing the last time they all spoke. Castile is a formidable opponent and one he will be glad to have at his side if this comes to violence, but he has more self-control than the mare had. His amber eyes are considering, his head tilted, and his voice when he speaks is matter-of-fact. He honestly mostly ignores Phasus, choosing instead to take in the measure of the newcomer, but his first words are to the mare who tries to get Leilan alone. “He’s not that stupid. And even if he was,” he pauses to glance at Leilan, and his expression is briefly fond, the fact that he doesn’t think the boy is stupid momentarily clear in his bright eyes, “We’re not leaving him alone with a magician and a power augmenter. Family, kingdom loyalty, the whole shebang.”
With a shuffle of his wings, the equivalent of a careless shrug, he turns to Set and another overheard snippet of information to address. “Nerine doesn’t need you to heal anyone. We have healers of our own. Nor do we need your empty promises of peace – the declaration that only one land in an area will be a Kingdom is clear, and it will be Nerine. I don’t trust you to maintain this land as a mere herd, either of you, and thus you are a threat to us. You may defer to Leilan and Camomila as co-rulers of this Island, you may leave, or you can fight us to claim the island.”
His gaze slides sideways to meet Castile’s, and the understanding he can find in the dragon’s eyes when they meet makes his expression when he turns back to Set and Phasus slightly feral. Though there are certainly those amongst the people who call Nerine home who would rather this not end in bloodshed, the mage and the dragon have come to understand that it might be the only way forward. There’s a part of Brennen, a large part, that doesn’t even find that fact all that unfortunate; a part of him that has been restrained since the Alliance and would welcome a return to the plains of battle.
The last piece of the puzzle is Caw, and when he looks to her, his eyes are softer. He can’t help himself. “We’ll endeavor to make the process short,” he says in a gravelly drawl. “But it is the future and safety of our own loved ones and children at risk in the deal, so it must be done with gravitas and not overmuch rushed. Still, I apologize for disturbing your young ones. I’d be happy to shield them, if you’d like, from the noise and the poor vibes we are creating.”
but I will hold as long as you like
just promise me we'll be alright
just promise me we'll be alright
BrenneN