i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
He might have waited for her questions before pushing the conversation forward if he had any interest in discussing the bones he will wear for the rest of his life. Unfortunately what is new and intriguing to most is little more than a fact of life for him. Like a giant finding little amusement in discussing his own height, Reave finds in himself little joy in discussing the painful rupture of his own armor.
As a youth, Reave had appreciated her candidness. He finds himself still appreciating it, especially when she does not push.
Now, though he eyes the swirl of her memories weighted in their emotions, he does not push either. Not for her benefit so much as it simply does not behoove him to bring it up. It would almost certainly put her on the defensive, and he is enjoying the speculation of where she is leading this conversation too much to destroy it just yet.
He grins when she mentions his golden sister. Her name is on many lips these days - a fact he has been enjoying immensely. Others so often focus on the obvious machinations she deploys, ignoring the far more insidious ones she leaves behind. Mazikeen however, seems to hold no judgement. A fact the northern Guardian finds dangerously intriguing.
“Did she now?” he returns, blue eyes glinting. Eyes eerily similar to so many of his relations.
Mazikeen does not offer any reason beyond Aela’s suggestion, instead turning the conversation to Reave’s extensive family. To many, this would be little more than idle chatter. Reave however finds himself immensely amused. “Yes,” he agrees readily. There is little point in denying it. After a moment, he continues, “I’m surprised you were unaware.” His head tips slightly as the devilish smile on his lips grows. “Considering you gave birth to several of them.”
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