KINGDOM ANNOUNCEMENT || All Sylvans

[Crevan]

Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow

CREVAN

He stands beside Wound, pale fur bristling as his dark eyes sweep the gathering. News of Modicum giving up his crown hadn’t disturbed the Sylvian Hellraiser; not much ever did. All he knows is that for now, Sylva is home whether a black clown is at the helm, or a black demoness.

They have nothing to fear but Astarael's fear itself because change is always good, so he doesn’t expect much backlash. The way Sylva’s Queen threaded her power through all of them was enough to ensure she was capable of something, if nothing at all, and if the rest decided to go or stay it wouldn’t concern his wellbeing. So the pale wolf listens and watches, watches and listens.

Curiously, when the horned mare speaks about envoys going to Loess (in a group of three no doubt, certainly aggressive) Crevan’s gaze sharpens on those gathered. He won’t go himself, he has business enough here as it and, really, he’s only wanting to see who among them has what it takes and who does not.

Crevan's here, he's staying but not going to Loess