Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Mast]

[Nymphetamine]

Time seems to move to fast, there is so much to do, and yet there seems to be little fruition. The blood bay seemed to be frozen, with no foothold to go any further. Straia had been less than forthcoming with information, and Nymphetamine had been unable to contact Mast, until now. Nothing about this situation was comfortable for the young stallion and he wanted to make headway. The raven on Nymph's back was barely a thought anymore. While it still sat there (invisible to everyone else) and reported everything he did back to Straia, Nymph was to the point he had to just ignore it. He would play off any backlash as just doing what he had to do to get information. The night wouldn't last forever and Mast needed to show, Nymphetamine had to bring something back to Straia.

The night was still, there was no motion, no sounds. The blood bay has sure Mast would not show. It had been long enough if Mast were to meet him the deer shifter would have shown by now. Nymphetamine was ready to leave when a smoky stag formed in front of him. The sound of Mast came from the physical mirage. If the young necromancer hadn't seen so much oddity in the Chamber he would have been confused or worried, but the mirage was nothing in comparison. With a simple dip of his head, he welcomed the ruler, "I am glad you came Straia is eager for information, and I have information for you as well." He paused to give the ruler time to address him prior to getting into the thick of it. "The war is getting closer and closer, as I am sure you know Straia has made many leadership changes, and I would say they have made the land stronger. Killdare is the lord, and Warship is head of the army. Shaytan is head of the peace caste now. Gyffen still has not returned...and the biggest bit of news, well I can't tell you that yet. I need something first. I have to have something to take back to Chamber. Something that they might not know. Otherwise, Straia will know something is up."

He didn't beg. His situation is what it is, the thing is, if mast didn't give him something- he would be forced to gather the information on his own though he would confirm all information anyway. Nymphetamine didn't need masts full trust. Mast would never fully trust him- but the arrangement was made, and mast had to accept the terms or let the conjurer know so he could get out. But for now, the ball was in Mast's court, and the waiting game was in play.

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