i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Reave has never spent a great deal of time contemplating his own lack of mortality. He knows it exists of course. It is one of the first things he had seen when the future struck him with it’s restless claws. He knows the pain that waits for those who cannot die. Cheri had always been the more optimistic of them, a gentler spirit than he, so of course she would choose to see only the good in it.
He does not fear it however. He has known far more strife and turmoil in his young life than most would credit him with. But then, that is what had built him into the stallion he is today. Tempered in the heat of anger and agony, his own and so many others, there is little left he could not face with an insolent grin on his lips.
But Cheri had been a light in his childhood. She had offered him simple joy at a time when he felt at his most out of control. For that she would always have a place in his affections.
When she laughs, he chuckles in response, amused. She had been angry and full of barbs last time they’d met. Reave finds he rather likes all the facets of her though. They keep him from boredom, and for the bone-clad stallion, boredom is perhaps the fastest way to lose his attention. “An accident, I assure you,” he quips back when the laughter subsides, blue eyes glinting with his mirth.
He tilts his head curiously when she cuts swiftly into her true purpose here, his bright gaze turning speculative. The teasing quality slips from his features, though the grin still lingers on his lips. “You might find Nashua… distracted,” he replies easily, though his gaze has grown sharp - watchful. “Did you know his son was stolen by Hyaline?”
He doubts she had heard. But if she wanted to visit his brother in the north, she should know that at least. If his mate’s memories had been any indication, he is in quite a state. Not that Reave would know of course. Nash hadn’t bothered to visit him in person yet either. If he had, he might have found out just how much information Reave has managed to collect on their cursed relation.
When she mentions Obscene, Reave’s lips twitch. He doesn’t mention he had paid him a visit however. He doubts she would be pleased to know she is a large part of the reason he had. Instead he teases, “Is that the reason you haven’t tried chewing my head off again?”
Suppressing his laugh into a huff, he shifts restlessly. Though she might think her nervous habits inconsequential, Reave sees the emotion behind them easily enough. Enough to know that this request means far more to her than she is letting on. Enough to know she would most certainly not be as appreciative of the intrigues he had been stirring with Aela as he is.
Still, he would be a fool to miss this opportunity. And Reave likes to think he is not a fool. “I’ll come,” he agrees.
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