When the days grow cold-[OFFSPRING;any]

[Nymphetamine]

The conjurer stood and listened to the kings agree to work towards an alliance. He couldn't help but feel accomplished, if not for himself than for his kingdom. Killdare's vision for Chamber, and how it could affect Beqanna, was one he could fully support. The day he realised the old way was completely backwards was still vividly printed in his mind. Before the war, Gates had placed themselves on a high pedestal, the morally righteous, benevolent in their retribution. But during the war, they allowed others to kill and be killed when they barely showed up themselves. too good to come aid those they so fiercely sought help from. Then there was the Gates brute who attacked innocent children, the reddish bay had no idea how that made anyone morally higher than another.

The whole system was ridiculous, and frankly he didn't see a way to change it then. Killdare saw it, and since he took the time to explain the benefits of his plan, Nymphetamine had understood. He hoped the others would fall in line with it. This visit had its tense moments but the end result was positive and that was all that mattered. When killdare nodded to him and turned to go, Nymph said his farewells and followed his magma king. They had gone a few steps and Nymph heard rustling behind him, but didn't look back. No reason to show any sign of unease. He continued on in silence with killdare. But then the voice hit him. He knew that voice... and it didn't take long for him to place it. Vaughan.

The lanky necromancer turned on a dime. His haunches tucked beneath him and he propelled himself back to the spot he was moments ago. He wondered what had brought him here... he took after his mother, for sure. Kimber tended to show up unannounced and uninvited and she spoke her mind, always. Vaughan was young, Kimber knew when was appropriate to stay quiet, the dark bay not so much. Nymph didn't reach in time to halt the inevitable question that erupted from the boy as Nymph skidded to a stop. The blood bay didn't stop to look at Offspring before he pinned his ears and reared up, striking at the boy. He had no intention of harming him but he would shut him up. He landed with a thud and growled at the boy. "You will learn your place child. Just because you look grown doesn't mean you are. Go home, now."

Nymphetamine looked to Offspring apologetically. But since the boy was here, there was nothing more that could be done, "My apologies gentlemen. He is too much like his mother. Too bold, and doesn't understand when it's appropriate to speak. And somehow I get the pleasure of calling him one of mine..." His attention snapped back to the boy as he spoke again. Vaughan really did need to learn his place, and he grunted loudly with a sharp stomp announcing his displeasure. "Vaughan, listen here. It is not your place to question your king, nor the decisions of another kingdom's ruler. If you are so curious as to what Tundra has to offer, then maybe you should stay and learn for yourself."

The bay looked at Offspring, a mischievous smile on his face, ready to ask Offspring to teach the pompous boy. He would be a tactful herd member, but he needed to learn his place first. Though the boy spoke again, Nymph didn't jump to anger, but to worry. His eyes flashed with surprise. Vessel, Kimber's other child was the opposite of Vaughan, timid, unsure of herself, very innocent and heart-on-your-sleeve type girl. Vessel was the one that made him think the kids were his, and after pulling of teeth, and dismembering the Gates member that damaged Vaughan's ear. Kimber hadn't said for sure they were his, but it was likely...and Warship wasn't around anymore. "What do you mean missing?!?!"

Everything else ceased to matter. If Offspring was insulted, then he would deal with that later. Nymphetamine's gaze bore into the boy. There was no time to waste if the girl had in fact gone missing. His voice had never been so serious when he spoke to the boy, "Tell me everything."

SIX FEET DEEP IS THE INCISION, SUNSETTER

Nymphetamine