i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Despite the thick veneer of innocence lain over the other stallion’s reply, Reave recognizes it for what it is. And for a moment, Reave is disappointed. For a moment, Reave had imagined the Fae might have ambitions far exceeding what he had initially suspected. But as he walks back his sly suggestion beneath claims of new powers on the rise, Reave knows that whatever ambitions Obscene might have, he is not yet prepared to follow through on them.
And Reave, in his chaos-loving heart, finds a taste of bitter disillusionment.
The red and white stallion knows just how quickly the winds of fate can change in this place. With the touch of madness lingering in one brother and heartsickness lingering in the other, he knows too that others would soon see weakness in the North. But if need be, Reave would gather them all under the helm of Nerine once more.
Perhaps Obscene could prove useful, if only he extended his bravado a bit further. If only he had dared cross that treacherous path rather than back down from it. With a decidedly wicked grin returning to his lips, Reave eyes Obscene as he insists it is something to think about. After a moment, he replies simply with, “I certainly will.”
With that, he takes his leave.
reave
@Obscene