01-07-2019, 12:12 AM
so give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'cause oh that gave me such a fright
'cause oh that gave me such a fright
Nerine is not Ischia.
Ischia had not been the Tundra, but eventually he had grown used to it. Even come, in the end, to love it. Brennen assumes that someday, he will come to find something to love in Nerine as well. Something beyond what it already holds for him – his family. He’s still somewhat amazed that Galilee had let him walk away from Ischia with Qaen and Martin in tow, but he knows she did not recover from Khaeli’s death as well as he seems to have. Not that he has recovered, not really, but he’s had more practice in loss. Or perhaps she just knows the safest place for their sons was with Brennen, and that Brennen felt compelled to follow his best friend and their miracle child to Nerine.
Salty winter wind whips upwards along the cliffs, tangling knots into his dark mane. The green parrot burrowed into his wild hair chirrups in grump protest and Brennen flicks an ear back to his avian companion, listening. He’s tried several times to take his friend back home, but he has refused – the last trip he actually brought a lady friend back with them, though Brennen has since settled the lady parrot into a cave to keep warm. She wasn’t as keen to ride out with the magician in the elements as this one.
Still, he steps back from the cliff and looks inward, his amber eyes unusually dark with worry. So far few of their people are sick, but it feels like a bomb waiting to happen, and he doesn’t like it. Nor does he like the unsettled Icicle Isle on their borders; he thinks perhaps it might be time to pay a visit and ensure a friendly takeover there with something more than words. But, he’d told himself he’d let Leilan handle it, so he is trying to avoid stepping in unless absolutely necessary.
It’s not necessary. Yet. But he’s not calm, the plague on the horizon too much to let him truly relax.
Ischia had not been the Tundra, but eventually he had grown used to it. Even come, in the end, to love it. Brennen assumes that someday, he will come to find something to love in Nerine as well. Something beyond what it already holds for him – his family. He’s still somewhat amazed that Galilee had let him walk away from Ischia with Qaen and Martin in tow, but he knows she did not recover from Khaeli’s death as well as he seems to have. Not that he has recovered, not really, but he’s had more practice in loss. Or perhaps she just knows the safest place for their sons was with Brennen, and that Brennen felt compelled to follow his best friend and their miracle child to Nerine.
Salty winter wind whips upwards along the cliffs, tangling knots into his dark mane. The green parrot burrowed into his wild hair chirrups in grump protest and Brennen flicks an ear back to his avian companion, listening. He’s tried several times to take his friend back home, but he has refused – the last trip he actually brought a lady friend back with them, though Brennen has since settled the lady parrot into a cave to keep warm. She wasn’t as keen to ride out with the magician in the elements as this one.
Still, he steps back from the cliff and looks inward, his amber eyes unusually dark with worry. So far few of their people are sick, but it feels like a bomb waiting to happen, and he doesn’t like it. Nor does he like the unsettled Icicle Isle on their borders; he thinks perhaps it might be time to pay a visit and ensure a friendly takeover there with something more than words. But, he’d told himself he’d let Leilan handle it, so he is trying to avoid stepping in unless absolutely necessary.
It’s not necessary. Yet. But he’s not calm, the plague on the horizon too much to let him truly relax.
but I will hold as long as you like
just promise me we'll be alright
just promise me we'll be alright
BrenneN
Anyone who wants to chat with Bren. Tagging some ideas for funsies.
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