05-20-2017, 09:47 PM
kharon
He'd been much smaller when Ischia had been invaded and they'd been forced from their home, but he remembered it clearly. So he was immediately uneasy when two new presences came to mind. One was simple enough to greet; a wayward traveler, a curious wanderer. But two, at once, worried him. The invasion was still fresh on his mind, and he sure as hell wouldn't lose his home again. Two could quickly grow to three, and four, and more. The fear gripped him and he hurried.
"Hello," he said to the girl as he came within earshot, his voice tight. Slender as teenagers often were, he stopped a ways before her. The carefree, young man he usually was seemed to be gone and in its place was a sober protector, adorned with a strong medallion around his neck that glinted in the light and an armor of feathers at his sides.
His gray eyes hardened to wary steel as he turned his head and directed his next to the boy. "Where are you going?" Lavender-marbled wings ruffled, unsettled by this encounter and the boy's intention to disappear within their home. Green and white, like Minerva. But the white was almost a shade different, nearly lavender if the light caught it just right. His eyes narrowed. The invaders had been purples and lavenders, too.
"You can't go further," he warned, brows pinched in a hard frown. Should he call for Father? Or Reilly? Not Mother, she was still weak. The damned invasion and then those thoughtless bastards of Pangea made her travel in her state when she should have been resting before the baby. His muscles were taut across his back as he looked between them. They were together and yet were not. It was confusing, but didn't make him feel any more comfortable with them showing up so suddenly.
"Are you here to see someone?" Father hadn't mentioned guests were coming. Nobody had.
"Hello," he said to the girl as he came within earshot, his voice tight. Slender as teenagers often were, he stopped a ways before her. The carefree, young man he usually was seemed to be gone and in its place was a sober protector, adorned with a strong medallion around his neck that glinted in the light and an armor of feathers at his sides.
His gray eyes hardened to wary steel as he turned his head and directed his next to the boy. "Where are you going?" Lavender-marbled wings ruffled, unsettled by this encounter and the boy's intention to disappear within their home. Green and white, like Minerva. But the white was almost a shade different, nearly lavender if the light caught it just right. His eyes narrowed. The invaders had been purples and lavenders, too.
"You can't go further," he warned, brows pinched in a hard frown. Should he call for Father? Or Reilly? Not Mother, she was still weak. The damned invasion and then those thoughtless bastards of Pangea made her travel in her state when she should have been resting before the baby. His muscles were taut across his back as he looked between them. They were together and yet were not. It was confusing, but didn't make him feel any more comfortable with them showing up so suddenly.
"Are you here to see someone?" Father hadn't mentioned guests were coming. Nobody had.