06-12-2018, 12:26 PM
Even from the air, where Brennen is patrolling, it’s easy to spot his brightly colored son. In contrast to the bay king’s muted color palette, his son is bright copper and white, with metallic accents from his time in the games. Smiling to himself, the Pegasus circles once and then makes a graceful landing near Belgaer, taking a moment to fold his wings and shake or nibble each feather back into its’ proper place before walking over, a quiet nickel heralding his arrival. He reaches to touch his son’s neck, eyes warm, before speaking. “Bel,” it’s just the stallion’s name, or rather his nickname, but though Brennen speaks very little, the tone of his voice can usually say plenty. He’s proud of what his offspring has been doing, and glad to see him home on the shores again.
He refuses to feel guilty for stealing this time away from the Kingdom to spend with Belgaer - the world is about to explode, he can feel it in his bones, and he will not waste a minute of time that he could steal away with his loved ones.
“How are you?” he asks, and then clarifies, “Personally. Forget about Ischia, for a moment.” He thinks there is a scent of a stranger on his son’s coat and he thinks it might even be a girl - but it could easily have been anyone he encountered while serving as diplomat for the Brotherhood. As a father, Brennen hopes it’s a pretty girl that’s caught Bel’s eye, and not some old woman he had to talk to somewhere as a diplomat. He listens to any response Bel might have to offer, and then remembers something else. “Have you seen Khaeli? Or Alonwy?” at some point he had left his youngest daughter in the care of one of her older siblings, and no one seems able to find them; but perhaps Bel has seen his younger sister somewhere on the island.
He refuses to feel guilty for stealing this time away from the Kingdom to spend with Belgaer - the world is about to explode, he can feel it in his bones, and he will not waste a minute of time that he could steal away with his loved ones.
“How are you?” he asks, and then clarifies, “Personally. Forget about Ischia, for a moment.” He thinks there is a scent of a stranger on his son’s coat and he thinks it might even be a girl - but it could easily have been anyone he encountered while serving as diplomat for the Brotherhood. As a father, Brennen hopes it’s a pretty girl that’s caught Bel’s eye, and not some old woman he had to talk to somewhere as a diplomat. He listens to any response Bel might have to offer, and then remembers something else. “Have you seen Khaeli? Or Alonwy?” at some point he had left his youngest daughter in the care of one of her older siblings, and no one seems able to find them; but perhaps Bel has seen his younger sister somewhere on the island.