i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Though Reave has never practiced the same level of sly intrigue that so many of his relations seem to enjoy, he could play the game well enough. Most of the time, he has little interest in genuine deception, but omission is another matter altogether. He would be incredibly foolish if he gave away everything he knows.
He has never claimed to be the cleverest of the lot, but he is not a fool either.
The Guardian is delighted to find that her attention has been captured however. He has already determined that the children do not hold the kind of value he is looking for. Others might seek to use them as pawns, but he is not others. He has no doubt Mazikeen would quickly realize that if she had not already. He would not have shared his knowledge of them with her otherwise.
His gaze is drawn briefly to the wings as they vanish, a gleam of humor in his vibrant eyes. Her question brings that humor to his lips. On a chuckle, he replies without hesitation, “Most horse’s secrets are boring.”
She is digging for information of course, but he doesn’t have any qualms about her knowing there are only certain secrets he is interested in. She must know she has been making waves. And much like he had been with the monsters, he is always keen to find out more about things that happen to be particularly… noisy.
“How are you enjoying my nephew’s company?” he continues casually, a devilish smirk growing on his lips as he eyes her with open amusement. “I had a fascinating conversation with his mother.” There is an impish light in his shrouded features, one that highlights the wicked turn of his lips. “Though I suppose by now you’ve had one of your own.”
reave
@Mazikeen