06-12-2018, 12:14 PM
Brennen had noticed when his second-youngest daughter went missing, but he had not gone searching for her. While he is quite fond of his many children, the bay stallion doesn’t try to keep them tethered to him or the life he chooses - in fact, he’s never met some of them at all, by the choice of their dams. Astarael was an adult now, and he hadn’t been stupid enough to see her discontent with him, their family, or the land he’d taken for the Brotherhood. He would not keep her from seeking her own way.
He didn’t, though, realize the depths of her disdain for him. Brennen has always upheld the creed of the Brotherhood and his own moral compass, but he isn’t (as she has noticed) perfect. Still, he would object to her characterization of him as a womanizer if he knew it; he makes no secret that he likes pretty women and often offers himself to sire the children he so adores, but he has never forced a mare who wasn’t willing or even eager to copulate with him, and contrary to Astarael’s beliefs he has never cheated on a mare to whom he had promised himself exclusively. Even Galilee; their relationship was not as serious once as it is now, and they had never been exclusive before recently. With Galilee now and other mares in the past, he has been extremely loyal if it was requested of him.
Despite the changes to her physical appearance, he is quick to recognize his daughter when she steps onto the shores once more, and he nickers a warm greeting and approaches her at a trot. “Astarael,” he says her name with a smile, reaching out to touch her shoulder paternally even as his amber eyes roam the changes to her form. The horns and wings catch his eye in particular, though the faint red glow is noted and filed away. It’s only as he is reaching to touch her that Brennen recognizes the scent of Sylva on her coat, and his nose crinkles in distaste even as his eyes and his voice grow worried. “Is everything okay?” He has recently had Jesper returned to him, and he can only imagine what might have befallen Astarael in the same place.
What he can’t imagine is his daughter ever condoning such acts of violence against her nephew.
He didn’t, though, realize the depths of her disdain for him. Brennen has always upheld the creed of the Brotherhood and his own moral compass, but he isn’t (as she has noticed) perfect. Still, he would object to her characterization of him as a womanizer if he knew it; he makes no secret that he likes pretty women and often offers himself to sire the children he so adores, but he has never forced a mare who wasn’t willing or even eager to copulate with him, and contrary to Astarael’s beliefs he has never cheated on a mare to whom he had promised himself exclusively. Even Galilee; their relationship was not as serious once as it is now, and they had never been exclusive before recently. With Galilee now and other mares in the past, he has been extremely loyal if it was requested of him.
Despite the changes to her physical appearance, he is quick to recognize his daughter when she steps onto the shores once more, and he nickers a warm greeting and approaches her at a trot. “Astarael,” he says her name with a smile, reaching out to touch her shoulder paternally even as his amber eyes roam the changes to her form. The horns and wings catch his eye in particular, though the faint red glow is noted and filed away. It’s only as he is reaching to touch her that Brennen recognizes the scent of Sylva on her coat, and his nose crinkles in distaste even as his eyes and his voice grow worried. “Is everything okay?” He has recently had Jesper returned to him, and he can only imagine what might have befallen Astarael in the same place.
What he can’t imagine is his daughter ever condoning such acts of violence against her nephew.