04-24-2017, 09:44 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He hears the rustle of the bushes before he sees her, but swings his head around to look in her direction, taking in everything her body language tells him. Based on her slightly shiny appearance, he immediately supposes that this is Iset, the sister, and that she is particularly happy to see him. Someday she will outgrow him (since Brennen isn’t that tall; it’s his wings and his bearing that make him seem powerful), but for now she is just lanky and growing and the posturing is just that, and he turns black-tipped ears to catch her annoyed words.
He doesn’t respond in kind, instead he simply tilts his head, considering, and his expression stays calm and slightly curious. “You must be Iset,” the stallion responds instead, giving a little half-smile. “I’m here to speak to you and your brother.” It occurs to him that he hasn’t offered his name but Amet reaches them before he can rectify this, friendlier than his prickly sister, and introduces them. Brennen smiles again at Iset and then at Amet, glad to see the younger stallion still all in one piece, though the scales are new. He wonders with the sort of idle curiosity that often plagues him if it was some sort of latent thing that appeared because of their move to Beqanna or if the Fae had granted him a new thing.
“I do,” he agrees, giving a nod. “Nayl is interested in what you are doing here and willing to let me split my time, as long as I complete my duties in Nerine as well.” Which shouldn’t be hard. He doesn’t have that many responsibilities and while she is planning to increase the men’s duties, it’s not a ton of work and it’s not like he’ll ever get to be General of Nerine. “For now, she has no demands of you for an alliance and my freedom to be here except of course that you don’t take any sort of action against the Kingdom of Nerine. She wanted some time to think about, and then perhaps she would like to talk to all of us.”
He finds the black-and-white Queen a fascinating ruler, and they are starting to come to a friendly accord, a fair step above the wary circling and carefully uneasy alliance they had first formed when Djinni brought him to Nerine. Still, he has no illusions that she will not act to serve her main Kingdom first and foremost, and he will step carefully in working for both the Lake and Nerine, and he wants them to do so as well. “Nayl is a good Queen, and a reasonable mare overall,” he says, drawling the words in slow thoughtfulness. “And I do not believe she means you any harm, or I would never have agreed to any of this. But I would keep in mind that while she might protect the citizens of the Lake, or allow me to do so, she will always protect those who are actually citizens of Nerine first, and consider any of her proposals with that in mind.”
He doesn’t respond in kind, instead he simply tilts his head, considering, and his expression stays calm and slightly curious. “You must be Iset,” the stallion responds instead, giving a little half-smile. “I’m here to speak to you and your brother.” It occurs to him that he hasn’t offered his name but Amet reaches them before he can rectify this, friendlier than his prickly sister, and introduces them. Brennen smiles again at Iset and then at Amet, glad to see the younger stallion still all in one piece, though the scales are new. He wonders with the sort of idle curiosity that often plagues him if it was some sort of latent thing that appeared because of their move to Beqanna or if the Fae had granted him a new thing.
“I do,” he agrees, giving a nod. “Nayl is interested in what you are doing here and willing to let me split my time, as long as I complete my duties in Nerine as well.” Which shouldn’t be hard. He doesn’t have that many responsibilities and while she is planning to increase the men’s duties, it’s not a ton of work and it’s not like he’ll ever get to be General of Nerine. “For now, she has no demands of you for an alliance and my freedom to be here except of course that you don’t take any sort of action against the Kingdom of Nerine. She wanted some time to think about, and then perhaps she would like to talk to all of us.”
He finds the black-and-white Queen a fascinating ruler, and they are starting to come to a friendly accord, a fair step above the wary circling and carefully uneasy alliance they had first formed when Djinni brought him to Nerine. Still, he has no illusions that she will not act to serve her main Kingdom first and foremost, and he will step carefully in working for both the Lake and Nerine, and he wants them to do so as well. “Nayl is a good Queen, and a reasonable mare overall,” he says, drawling the words in slow thoughtfulness. “And I do not believe she means you any harm, or I would never have agreed to any of this. But I would keep in mind that while she might protect the citizens of the Lake, or allow me to do so, she will always protect those who are actually citizens of Nerine first, and consider any of her proposals with that in mind.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN