i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
For all that Aela despised their elder sibling, Reave never had. He may disagree with him more often than not, but even if he does not agree, he at least understands Nashua’s motivations. But that is the very reason Reave had sought to reclaim the throne in Nerine, and Nashua had been sensible enough to agree. Reave has always been much better suited for troubled times.
When Aela demands that he fill her in on the gossip, Reave tilts his head, eyes crinkling in amusement as he peers at her. “You can’t tell me you haven’t kept ahead of the major events,” he replies, tone teasing. She didn’t need him to do that. “Unless you have a sudden interest to hear all about who is banging who now?”
He laughs, but quickly sobers, gaze shifting towards the distant point he had been staring at a few moments ago. There is only one bit of news his sister might not have heard yet. As he turns his gaze back to her, he considers her potential reaction. “Gale has returned.”
Reave had kept a watchful eye out for that particular relation, for obvious reasons. Though he hadn’t been able to glean much yet, he could tell the cursed stallion was… different. He hasn’t decided whether it is good or bad yet though. Regardless, he would continue monitoring. Reave might not have a personal vendetta against him, but he had seen enough of Gale’s hunger for power to be wary.
At Aela’s scoff, Reave’s seriousness fades, replaced easily by a smirk. “And here I thought you just missed my company.”
@Aela