i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
He does not relish the swim through the icy waters to the northernmost isle. He has managed to avoid it thus far, but time grows short as the nights grow longer. His bones make him heavy, and he is breathless from effort as he steps onto the icy shores of the kingdom’s seat.
He had always believed it short-sighted to rule from such an inhospitable and difficult to reach location, but these decisions had been made before his birth. The tendrils of future he can see curling forward tell him that change is coming however. It has always been hard to know the path that would inevitably rise above the rest, but as time grows shorter and they begin to coalesce, it becomes easier and easier to find the way forward.
This gift is both frustrating and useful, but he finds himself glad for it either way.
Rune releases a cry overhead, and for a brief moment, Reave can see the stretch of ice and snow and obsidian stone. With the bird’s guidance, he finds his brother with ease.
This meeting has been long in coming, but it had always been waiting for them. Despite the tempest in his heart and the restlessness of his feet, Reave is a surprisingly patient creature. He had not felt the need to rush this, even if he had been mildly annoyed his brother could not find the time for him amongst all his other… kingly duties. And the missing child and brother.
It’s undeniably selfish, but Reave has never bothered to hide the fact that he is not nearly so selfless as some of his more upstanding relations.
With a faint smile on his lips and a glint in his blue eye, he approaches with the confidence of a stallion many years his senior. The swim had cleansed blood from bone, but new trickles are already seeking to replace it. “I bet you never expected to have so many visitors in such a short time on your remote little isle here,” Reave offers by way of greeting, amusement causing his lips to twitch. “How was your visit with Cheri?”
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