12-12-2016, 07:55 PM
Ruan
He opted to stand at Aranea's side, with Jinju on his other, for no other purpose but to be present and watch. A wing was draped idly over his daughter as though it were completely natural to house her beneath -and perhaps it was. He glanced at Aranea when Reagan introduced the silent woman, confirming in some way or another that she could not speak. Then after a spontaneous play-bite at Jinju, his attention returned to the main speakers.
"So they ended up naming the mountain Tephra, did they? Interesting that. Offspring did seem to enjoy that name. What has happened to him and the rest of his band? He, like us, have seemingly fallen apart."
He looked to Magnus curiously. Eight was from Tephra, he knew; his former king and guardian. Was he gone now? He'd had no luck in finding the man's son, the young prince, which had hurt him more than anyone but Reagan might know. His little wolf. His heart pinched but he remained outwardly impassive. He would blame himself if Kilter had come to any harm. He would never admit to anyone that he still looked for him each time he passed through the forest on his way to the field, always hoping maybe this time he might find him.
Reagan inquired after any diplomatic reasons for their visit, and Magnus answered.
"You and I both know that such peace is not guaranteed. I simply want to ensure its continuity. I do not think formal kingdom alliances are necessary, but it would be nice to have some form of understanding hammered out between us. Plus it is always nice to touch base with old relations."
What sort of understanding, he asked warily, his wing subconsciously tightening around Jinju. He didn't expect any trouble, and didn't want to consider what an outward threat would mean for his daughters' safety. He also didn't see this man and his companions as the future danger; he was slowly, cautiously coming to like them. As much as strangers could. He was one to take his time in trusting others.
His eyes slid back to Reagan, easily deferring to her to handle politics. He was, perhaps, only the muscle and heart. And she was that, and more.
"So they ended up naming the mountain Tephra, did they? Interesting that. Offspring did seem to enjoy that name. What has happened to him and the rest of his band? He, like us, have seemingly fallen apart."
He looked to Magnus curiously. Eight was from Tephra, he knew; his former king and guardian. Was he gone now? He'd had no luck in finding the man's son, the young prince, which had hurt him more than anyone but Reagan might know. His little wolf. His heart pinched but he remained outwardly impassive. He would blame himself if Kilter had come to any harm. He would never admit to anyone that he still looked for him each time he passed through the forest on his way to the field, always hoping maybe this time he might find him.
Reagan inquired after any diplomatic reasons for their visit, and Magnus answered.
"You and I both know that such peace is not guaranteed. I simply want to ensure its continuity. I do not think formal kingdom alliances are necessary, but it would be nice to have some form of understanding hammered out between us. Plus it is always nice to touch base with old relations."
What sort of understanding, he asked warily, his wing subconsciously tightening around Jinju. He didn't expect any trouble, and didn't want to consider what an outward threat would mean for his daughters' safety. He also didn't see this man and his companions as the future danger; he was slowly, cautiously coming to like them. As much as strangers could. He was one to take his time in trusting others.
His eyes slid back to Reagan, easily deferring to her to handle politics. He was, perhaps, only the muscle and heart. And she was that, and more.
