TEPHRA MEETING [Magnus, Amorette, ALL]

[magnus]

magnus

howling ghosts, they reappear
in mountains that are stacked with fear

Magnus remains quiet as the meeting continues to proceed and unfold around him.

This is nothing new to him. He could not count the number of times that he has sat in this exact same position, whether it was a simple gathering, an announcement or, like this, the turning of the tide. He has watched the timelapse of kingdoms and lands—the changing of power and the rise and fall of kings. In many ways, he feels as if he has seen this very moment before, following the threads of it before they occur, his heart recognizing the twists and the turns as familiar instead of alien.

Still, he gives it the respect that it deserves, the stallion fighting the restlessness that has begun to stir in his bones—the urge to move and do something beginning to build within him.

He nods  as the iron-stallion offers the position of Adviser to his adopted daughter and it is enough to bring a flicker of a smile to his lacerated lips. He does not know Kromium well enough yet, but he can at least respect the stallion for making a wise choice in respecting those who have lived here long. It is enough to keep the General’s attention and respect, the mutinous flames within him flickering quietly.

Time would tell.

Time would tell.

“It’s a noble vision,” he finally offers, rolling a scarred shoulder. It aligns with what he has felt in the past, both during his time with the Gates and Tephra, and he thus easily agrees to it. “Family will take time,” he doesn’t see any reason to sugarcoat the truth of it or pretend an attachment he doesn’t feel yet. For all of his flaws, he was honest to his core. “But we have it. Perhaps one day, Kromium.” Another crooked smile, the words not cruel unnecessarily. “You have a lot to prove still, and it will take time before we can fully trust you, but I am willing to give you the chance to earn it.” He looks to the horizon, to where the border blends into the sky and where the rest of Beqanna waits. “Until then, there is a lot of work for us to do.”

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