DESOLATION COMES UPON THE SKY - any

[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth His arrival is heralded by a teeth-shattering gust of icy wind. Such a thing has no place in the humid Jungle, and though it is just that, a gust of wind, the black stallion appears beside Scorch precisely as the wind dies away. “What,” he begins, his words clipped and brusque, “did you tell your Amazons about the Tundra?” He is here (perhaps art the same time, perhaps a little earlier, or a little later) with the memory of Lagertha’s words in his ears and Simeon’s in his head. He still has no intentions to meddle with the time and consequences that have already played out; Errant is not so foolish as to think himself that great a magician. This conversation will hav little effect on the one he still needs to finish; Errant only wants to be sure that he has all of the facts. Despite his typically cool demeanor, Errant has carried on their paternal, chilly legacy of hiding far more below the surface than he presents to the outside world. Errant knows the most basics of her plan, and while he could easily find out the rest of the details, he doesn’t. It is mostly because he doesn’t care what happens to the rest of Beqanna as long as his kingdom and his loved ones are safe. Scorch could set the place on fire and Errant would watch; he has no grandiose morals beyond loyalty and justice. She had suggested murdering the king, which Errant has no intention of doing. The black stallion has not yet looked too closely at the tattoo on Simeon’s chest nor had time to ponder exactly what the new member’s sworn loyalty to the Jungle truly means. He will, in time. He had agreed to consider Scorch’s plan after all, not sworn a blood oath to support all of her actions. He is her brother, and while that means more to the black horse than most any other bond, she is only a sister and her personal interests be will always come behind those of the Tundra. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her