We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
Leilan isn’t the only one besides Neverwhere who got the call, he notices quickly. While the silver and chocolate dappled mare listens to his introductions - albeit with complete disinterest in whatever else he said that wasn’t their actual names - a number of things appear in the edges of his peripheral vision; and only two of them are real. How he knows this? Well, as soon as the weird visions start, with every other blink his eyes turn a molten-orange, then back to the icy blue state they had before. These heat signals show him nothing but Brazen approaching, and a figure far away that is rapidly joining them. But of the ghost-figures, none are real.
Brennen isn’t the type to joke around like that, so it’s probably an uncontrolled magic from either of the females. Harmless for now, he decides not to comment, his eyes quitting their dancing as soon as someone starts speaking again.
The dragon-eyed male focuses back on the conversation, which seems less fiery now and more of a not-so-subtly prodding of each other, to see what they’re made of. Although Leilan indulges in such jokes often enough, these are not of the tone he wants to bother with right away. Ignoring comments of fish and foolishness therefore, he focuses on Brazen’s arrival and the question of Eurwen with a tilt of his head. Was the spotted girl ever not in Nerine? Shit, I missed that. Damn his parenting skills. Can’t he even keep track of the daughter who doesn’t move around? Even if she was the most responsible and most adult one he ever had (definitely her mother’s doing).
However, it is Brennen’s subsequent introduction that causes his face to break from seriousness. He knows exactly how Brennen did not want him to say out loud that he was old - but how many greats were in there? ”Wow, Brennen. You know how to make an impression.”
Further conversation however, is again interrupted. If the new queen of Nerine is introducing herself, he misses out on it because he is head-bumped by a certain small figure - one he’d spotted earlier and hadn’t paid enough attention to - and a near-silent oof-like sound is outed from the impact.
Knowing exactly who or what hit him, he narrows his eyes at the first white, then black culprit. ”I stand corrected. Making impressions must run in the family.” Literally - or well, almost. It’s not like he’s really dented, but had he been of softer material, he just might have been.
Brennen isn’t the type to joke around like that, so it’s probably an uncontrolled magic from either of the females. Harmless for now, he decides not to comment, his eyes quitting their dancing as soon as someone starts speaking again.
The dragon-eyed male focuses back on the conversation, which seems less fiery now and more of a not-so-subtly prodding of each other, to see what they’re made of. Although Leilan indulges in such jokes often enough, these are not of the tone he wants to bother with right away. Ignoring comments of fish and foolishness therefore, he focuses on Brazen’s arrival and the question of Eurwen with a tilt of his head. Was the spotted girl ever not in Nerine? Shit, I missed that. Damn his parenting skills. Can’t he even keep track of the daughter who doesn’t move around? Even if she was the most responsible and most adult one he ever had (definitely her mother’s doing).
However, it is Brennen’s subsequent introduction that causes his face to break from seriousness. He knows exactly how Brennen did not want him to say out loud that he was old - but how many greats were in there? ”Wow, Brennen. You know how to make an impression.”
Further conversation however, is again interrupted. If the new queen of Nerine is introducing herself, he misses out on it because he is head-bumped by a certain small figure - one he’d spotted earlier and hadn’t paid enough attention to - and a near-silent oof-like sound is outed from the impact.
Knowing exactly who or what hit him, he narrows his eyes at the first white, then black culprit. ”I stand corrected. Making impressions must run in the family.” Literally - or well, almost. It’s not like he’s really dented, but had he been of softer material, he just might have been.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
It’s such a group thread, I’m gonna add Eurwen bc YOLO. Be right at it!
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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