i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
The memory that filters through her thoughts is a strong one. A moment that had proven pivotal to her existence. It is a memory so loud that he would have to exert some effort to ignore it, so he does not even try. It’s a curious thing, passively watching someone interact with an ancestor one has met only in memories and visions. Even after all this time has passed, her legacy remains so strongly tied to north that Reave could not avoid it even if he wanted to.
And oh how desperately he wants to sometimes.
He says nothing however. Not out of kindness or desire to make her comfortable, but rather because there is little benefit to admitting his knowledge of it at this time. Instead he merely tilts his head curiously as she admits to her uncertainty, revealing her lack of expectations. Her observation brings a chuckle to his lips, causing him to scan the damp moors before returning his attention to her.
“I suppose it would appear that way,” he admits as freely as she had made her confessions. “But truthfully, I saw an opportunity and took it.” He shrugs faintly, shifting in his usual restless manner. “It aligned with my goals.”
Reave pauses a moment then, gaze sharpening where it rests on the queen of Tephra. “I have met your twin you know,” he continues, abruptly changing the subject as he studies Casimira with a careful eye. A grin tugs at his lips when he adds, “You strike me as his polar opposite, but the resemblance is there.”
@Casimira