Magnus was pleased to find her so happy and kind, it was not always what one could expect here. He was always shocked to find the venom someone greeted him with in the Field, as if he was the reason that they had found themselves there, lost and homeless. He did his best to forgive them for the vitriol, chalking it up to the stress of the situation, but it was difficult to not always feel his hackles rise in response.
Which is all to say that he relaxed when she smiled, his own smile warming in response.
“Wreath, what a beautiful name,” he offered, his crooked smile charming and genuine. Before he could respond further, they were joined by the dark woman, his half-sister, although he had no way of knowing. Not that he would have been particularly surprised. Atrox had more than a handful of children.
He dipped his head. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Naga.” This was the second time he had heard of Nerine and the sisterhood. He had wanted to ask Celeana more of it, to know that the women of his childhood home had fared well after the Reckoning, but she had not taken kindly to his presence so he had never had the chance. Perhaps now he would. “Have the Amazons fared well in their new home?” His nose scrunched a little as he laughed and shook his head. “Or perhaps you do not call yourselves Amazons anymore? I don’t wish to be rude. So much has changed.” It would be difficult to re-learn that.
Swinging his head back to Wreath, he caught her gaze. “I also have a home. We call it Tephra and it is just north of here, nestled beneath a grand volcano.” It was stunning to look at, the vegetation lush, the air humid—much like Naga’s old jungle home—but it was not right for everyone. He had grown used to the sulfuric bite in the air, in navigating the occasional rivers of magma, but that did not mean everyone would appreciate it. “I would be happy to tell, or show you, more, if you are interested.”
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