They had, of course, noticed Leilan’s absence and connected it to Loess. It had been a constant piece of Brennen’s worry over the current political climate, but not the top of the list. With the other things happening, he’s pretty sure that the other stallion will understand why he wasn’t the first priority. Jesper was in far more danger in Sylva, and that on top of the fact that Alonwy and Khaeli are missing. Still, the bay king had a mental countdown of the time until he could challenge Arthas for the return of his Brother, and an itchy longing to face the King of Loess on the battlefield and show him the consequences of messing with any part of Brennen’s extended family.
But a month before that fast-approaching date, he follows the summons of the parrots to the beach to meet a stranger, but finds roan stallion there instead, rolling around in the sand. He waits until the younger stallion gains his feet once more before calling a greeting and meandering over, his amber gaze searching for any sign that he had come to even the slightest bit of harm at the hands of Arthas. While he is looking his body is tense, his posture worried, but the bay visibly relaxes when it becomes clear that Leilan is unharmed, though his eyes are still shadowed by the suspicious his grandson will not return in the same peak of health.
“Leilan,” he greets as he reaches him, a wisp of a smile passing across his face. ”I am glad to see you home safely, though I was looking forward to challenging Arthas and giving him reason to pause and reconsider before he messes with Ischia again.” though, the king considers, there’s no reason he can’t challenge Loess’ ruler to a battle just to trounce him around the field.
Ooc; I’m so sorry this has taken so long, it was so busy moving into camp!
But a month before that fast-approaching date, he follows the summons of the parrots to the beach to meet a stranger, but finds roan stallion there instead, rolling around in the sand. He waits until the younger stallion gains his feet once more before calling a greeting and meandering over, his amber gaze searching for any sign that he had come to even the slightest bit of harm at the hands of Arthas. While he is looking his body is tense, his posture worried, but the bay visibly relaxes when it becomes clear that Leilan is unharmed, though his eyes are still shadowed by the suspicious his grandson will not return in the same peak of health.
“Leilan,” he greets as he reaches him, a wisp of a smile passing across his face. ”I am glad to see you home safely, though I was looking forward to challenging Arthas and giving him reason to pause and reconsider before he messes with Ischia again.” though, the king considers, there’s no reason he can’t challenge Loess’ ruler to a battle just to trounce him around the field.
Ooc; I’m so sorry this has taken so long, it was so busy moving into camp!