great clouds rolling over the hills
and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel
It’s strange, to find someone who so easily puts a finger on his pulse, who can identify the root cause of the darker emotions lurking behind his eyes and not be confused by the veneer of polite charm he usually carries over it. “I do,” momentary solemnity lies heavily on his mind, swirled in thoughts of snow and Brothers. The men of the Tundra have not reclaimed a land, and he knows that it is likely they won’t, unless someone steps up to make it happen. And Brennen, usually content to lead the Army and watch his Kings from afar, is not sure he is that stallion. “The faeries have created many beautiful lands for us to live in, but nothing quite like my Tundra.” To him, it seems the fae had been rather more partial to warm and green climates, at least so far.
Djinni smiles at his question, and he can’t help but smile back at her, pleased to be having a friendly interaction with someone who isn’t fifty years younger than him and also somehow related. Since the Reckoning, and without a home, his life has been rather devoid of responsible adult conversation. He is used to getting most of his social interaction from either his Brothers, or occasionally antagonizing the Amazon women for fun. Though he is starting to reconsider his need for a home – perhaps he should bite the bullet and find one. Give himself something to do.
She doesn’t offer any information on her other traits, but that only makes him chuckle, thinking about the air of mystery that accompanies so many magic users. Brennen has never been that way, mostly because he earned his magics in battle, and uses them in battle, and has never even thought about trying to hide them. Intimidation in the form of a magical general wouldn’t work well if no one knew what he could do. He embraces the jealousy as a new thing, inevitable, and glances at her wings again before he answers, on a sigh that doesn’t erase the half-smile. “I do wish I had my wings back. I haven’t ever been grounded this long.”