Prick of the Thorn[Nymph, gathered]

[Nymphetamine]

Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones

A smile, devilish he was sure whipped across her face. But he didn’t judge her for her more...wicked ways. How could he? He didn’t raise her, but he knew the environment for which she was raised. Her words dripped with foreshadowing and the blood bay could only wonder what plans were whirling around in that brilliant mind of hers. ”Never need a reason to come to me, you know this. I’ve always been available for all my children.” He continued forward edging ever closer to Tephra. While he was anxious to return and begin working on whatever Magnus needed him to do, he was not rushing the time with his daughter either.

Her next caused him to pause, for he thought he might know where this was going. Petya has stayed in Chamber largely because of him, and he did not wish his offspring to mere follow him around for the sake of proximity. Karaugh, however, was her own soul, musc more independent than Petya, so the worry was not nearly as prominent with her. ”I am a member of Tephra, the land over by the volcano. Are you interested in joining a kingdom… or territory, whatever we are calling thing them now.” She would be a formidable member of an opposing kingdom, given time and opportunity. The thought stuck in the forefront of his mind and he mulled over what she was planning. If he got word of anything that concerned him he would surely address it then, but for now it was no use in over reacting.

His own legs moved forward again curious as to where the conversation was heading, ”Tell me, what do you think of the changes in Beqanna? The Reckoning was quite the event, no?”

NYMPHETAMINE

Magnus' Personal Thorn, Once Governor of Chamber

OOC: what is this? I’m sorry…Nymph does not cooperate sometimes.