gaza
Gaza has never been taught to fear others; his Ima is a magician and his Abba was a powerful King. Though he, himself, wields no fancy power and harbors no demons in his soul, the young man has never had any reason to fear anything. Perhaps that is foolish, for there are many things in the world that he should fear. It is a naive sort of fearlessness, not bold or brash or boasting, simply the eyes of a lamb who has never stared down the jaws of the slavering wolf.
So when the chestnut stallions pops up in front of him (he jerks his head towards the apparator, but is not startled - Yael does the same thing) and leers at Gaza as if he were something to either eat or mount, Gaza just kind of… looks complacently back at him with more than a little confusion. “Well… yes, I suppose I am a bit out of place. You probably get many visitors from the Desert this far north. But I’m not lost, I’m looking for - “ and that’s when Kratos shows up. Gaza is friendly with Kreios, and though it’s been awhile, he’s probably seen Dorne more recently than his brother has. He may have their sire’s likeness, but he seems to have more of his personality. From what Gaza can gleam off a few words.
Gaza smiles, holding back the edges from turning into his own little smirk (see, Aneku? Not lost). Sidestepping the lukewarm slush surrounding Kratos, Gaza dips his own heavy head in return, replying “Thank you… brother.” Oh. That word is sweet in his mouth. It quickly occurs to him that Kratos probably doesn’t know his name. “I’m Gaza. It’s good to finally meet you, Kratos.” He turns his head back to the teleporting stallion, and though he tried to intimidate him, Gaza has been raised to be polite. “And you are?”
A fresh, icy burst of wind comes off the Wall and Gaza shivers involuntarily. Would he ever be able to get used to such cold? Could he actually endure the winters here as a Brother?
vanquish x yael