Malik
07-27-2022, 07:02 AM
The golden mare voices his thoughts, acknowledging their commonalities. He’d called Sickle his sister, and never clarified that she was his twin as well. The depth of the coincidence. “A connection would be convenient,” he agrees, “Sometimes twins here are born with it, a magical connection, but Sickle and I were not.”
The Sickle he remembers would have offered help. She is no longer the child he remembers, and surely life alone has changed her. But she had been the kinder one from the beginning. And that had been before Malik’s second childhood, raised by a Cursed father and a mother that was more of a predator than parent.
The incredulity in her tone is justified, and it’s Malik’s turn to snort, his of amusement rather than…whatever Famkee’s had been. She is difficult to read, even for someone of his amount of practice, but at least her disbelief of his offer of help is clear. Famkee, on the other hand, has managed to pin him rather accurately as aformer prince, though the cause of his behaviors are not his station. He’s not dull, but arrogant and occasionally even pompous are certainly apt. He doesn’t answer immediately, and instead there is a pause as his eyes follow the formerly golden trail up the length of her serrated horn.
“My sister would have, I think.” He says when he meets her eyes again. That’s the simplest answer, and it is true. It is not the complete truth though, and for the sake of Fate, just to be safe, he chooses to be honest. “And I thought you might be willing to return the favor. It sounds like you know how to take care of yourself, and the more feet running, the shorter the hunt.” It doesn’t occur to Malik that the old adage might not be as clear to others as to his shifting family.
@Famkee
The Sickle he remembers would have offered help. She is no longer the child he remembers, and surely life alone has changed her. But she had been the kinder one from the beginning. And that had been before Malik’s second childhood, raised by a Cursed father and a mother that was more of a predator than parent.
The incredulity in her tone is justified, and it’s Malik’s turn to snort, his of amusement rather than…whatever Famkee’s had been. She is difficult to read, even for someone of his amount of practice, but at least her disbelief of his offer of help is clear. Famkee, on the other hand, has managed to pin him rather accurately as a
“My sister would have, I think.” He says when he meets her eyes again. That’s the simplest answer, and it is true. It is not the complete truth though, and for the sake of Fate, just to be safe, he chooses to be honest. “And I thought you might be willing to return the favor. It sounds like you know how to take care of yourself, and the more feet running, the shorter the hunt.” It doesn’t occur to Malik that the old adage might not be as clear to others as to his shifting family.
@Famkee