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[Nymphetamine]

The young blood stallion’s sides heaved. He was still quite angry…angry and annoyed. He was on a mission from Straia and had no intention of answering to anyone other that Straia, Killdare, and maybe Warship. Gates had to think he was welcomed here, so he would have to be known here- to an extent. Until just minutes ago only Straia and Killdare knew him here. He was only building his story- so when his name drifted back to Mast and Magnus they would think him fully integrated. Now, the hot-cold Kimber was turning into a interesting acquaintance and would be interesting tale for Mast to ponder over if he got word. He would spin it, of course. Kimber was a way to get to Warship; Kimber was a way to learn about the army…whatever. Mast wouldn’t know any different. Still there was much both sides of Nymphetamine’s spy game didn’t know--- and that was a secret he wasn’t inclined to tell anyone. He had never spoken of it- and wouldn’t.

His safety was in his secrets. His safety was in keeping the circle that knew his purpose small. He had every reason to snap, he had every reason to dislike the movement of this conversation, and he had every reason to be so very annoyed. When Kimber stomped and reared and demanded he stop, he just about lost all control. He snapped his attention to her, completely uninterested in doing whatever it was she told him to. He would not harm a hair on her, but he would not be chastised like a child. ”I do not answer to you, wench, and you would be wise to remember it.” He had no intention of taking another keeper. He answered to Straia, he answered to Mast; he would listen to those in positions of leadership, but no more. His eyes bore into Kimber, she was fascinating, but so infuriating at this moment. He turned back to warship then- hearing him snarl over his rancid corpses. Nymphetamine listened to his warning, but it was of little importance. The bones he raised were truly his to manipulate- they had no souls or lingering connection to the living. They would only do as he said. But since he had realized it would be best not to anger on of Straia’s true trusted advisors, he didn’t press it too much. ”The dead I rise have no lingering souls, their threat is minimal. But I will try to keep it in mind.

Kimber again spoke, demanding his past be laid on the ground before her, his intentions, his purpose. The young blood bay snarled at her. His voice a deep growl, but Warship interjected his own wishes to hear the tale. Nymphetamine exhaled, and switched his tail in annoyance. He turned away from Kimber, so his attention was only on Warship, he knew Kimber would listen but his words were not for her and he would not speak of everything in her presence- no matter how trusted she was. His voice was definitely exasperated, but he was not angry at Warship, not in this. Warship should not have spoken of him to Kimber, but Warship did have the right to ask his intensions. ”You may trust the wench, as a soldier but that is still one more mouth –no matter how closed- that knows. One more way for my purpose could be thwarted. I answer to Straia and Killdare, and Straia would probably say you too, but one else. It is Straia who determines much of what I am free to speak of- in terms of my...job. I will answer what I can now, since I know you will be invited when I have information on Gates. But Kimber does not need to know my details. I will not share any more of my dealings with her. If you would like to know more, I’d gladly speak just the two of us.

The young stallion paused to give Warship a chance to respond. This whole conversation had gone sour quickly and he hoped to ease the tension he felt between Warship and himself, But he had no interest in dealing with Kimber right now. Nymphetamine was very set in not giving Kimber more information, but his background and his pledge to aid chamber were public and open for any with chamber to know- he had gone to the little meeting Straia had called anyway. He took a breath. He was much over his story-, after spending a good bit of time in an ice cage while Straia and Killdare played 20 questions. ”I am not from Beqanna, I cam here after fires destroyed most of my birth-home. I have offered to help during the war-both to Straia privately and during the meeting. I voiced my intensions to help,‘in any way she saw fit.’ I believe was the wording. I am supporting Chamber through my own means, but If Straia wishes me to do more- then I shall train in either cast if needed.” He gave a nod to Warship, indicating that was all he was to share at the current time. Then he turned to Kimber. ”Any thing else I can clarify for you?

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain

welll....there are words.... -_______- merp