DESOLATION COMES UPON THE SKY - any

[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth He sees motion and turns his attention to the shadows where another Amazon lurks, His gaze is unnaturally cold (she might feel it running down her spine like an icy finger) but without cruelty, and he soon loses interest. “It’s fine,” he replies brusquely, and turns his attention back to his younger sister. On most any other occasiona, he’d be more polite to the grey mare, but he is irritable and in a fine mood, and does not care to be bothered with the niceties of diplomacy. He’s only a Knight of the Tundra, after all; he is not of great importance. Scorch introduces them quietly and Errant does his best to refrain from rolling his eyes. He is not entirely successful. There is a low hum and then silence around the three of them. The little insects within the sealed circle he has created around them still chirp, but the nighttime noises of the jungle have been sealed out to keep their conversation private. Errant does not care that Pharaon is now involved; he assumes that Scorch keeps no secrets from her sisters and only wants to keep potential enemies from overhearing. He looks back at Scorch with a look that all older brothers have given, a happy now? with a bit of annoyance He had grown suspicious after Lagertha’s arrival and Simeon’s interruption, but he is not ready to turn his back on his younger sister. He dislikes that their alliance appears to hinge on wearing the crown himself, but he supposes that he had left Scorch believe that he intended to retake the Tundra. “Simeon will receive the rank he deserves,” Errant replies, ignoring (as he usually does) any part of the conversation that he doesn’t feel like replying to. “In the meantime, have Lagertha return Nihlus to the Tundra, or we will ensure that the entirety of Beqanna knows that your women steal children. The Brotherhood will not tolerate it.” With that, he gives Pharaon one final nod of acknowledgement before disappearing. The cold goes with him, as does the brief shield. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her