i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
There is something in the wild harshness of Nerine that suits him well. Though he is accustomed to such expansive views of the north (made even more expansive through Rune’s eyes), there is a freshness in her perspective that makes him appreciate it once again. All the lands here have beauty in them of course, but there is something so austere about this peninsula that so few seem to see past.
It is both jarring and intense, so much like him. He finds he rather enjoys the reactions.
As the conversation grows serious, Reave watches her closely, curious as much about her reaction as the news she might impart. That her parents are missing is not news to him, as she has surmised. Indeed, the fact that both had disappeared along with Nashua’s only shapeshifting son had stirred a huge amount of curiosity in him. Curiosity and suspicion. He is absolutely certain it is not a coincidence.
“They are playing the long game,” he replies mildly as she muses on the eastern kingdom. Reave may be young and unproven, but they had given him a scent to follow. And as he follows it, he finds himself drawing deeper into the intrigues of this continent. Drawing deeper into chaos.
The very thought of it fuels him like little else can. What Cheri envisions as a noose, Reave sees only as a catalyst. Others had seen the triumvirate of brothers on the seats of the North and imagined they sought to clinch their power, but Reave knows better. He is much, much more than that.
Reave laughs at her demural, bright gaze jumping to hers. Though it is tempered by humor, there is flint in his stare. “You are much more than you give yourself credit for,” he replies. “You’re cutting yourself off at the knees to keep yourself humble.” His eyes glitter behind the glow of his mask. “Don’t.”
It doesn’t even occur to him that she might consider this further meddling. As far as he is concerned, he sees only a woman trying to make herself less than she is, and he won’t stand for it. Reave has never been a jealous enough creature to keep those he cares for from their true potential.
Lifting his head, he tosses his forelock from his eyes before offering Cheri a grin. “It’s not my head you should be worrying about.” He laughs again before agreeing. “I’ll be there.”
reave
@Cheri