lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
They arrive together, just like they always have. This time is different though, because they’re short one very green matriarch. Astri’s children have grown and they reflect their mother’s commitment to the Chamber by making themselves present and available. For now, that’s all they can do. Lupei leads, because now that Astri is gone he is wordlessly in charge. His blue-green body is followed closely by a black mistress, his sister to those who knew her shape. They are all that is left of Astri in this world. The shifter pulls up to a stop and keeps his eyes on Straia, fearing that should his mind wander so will his rage (a very present emotion that simmers just beneath his skin and pools in his eyes.) “There will be time for blood, just as there’s a time for everything,” Dacia had told him after the news of their mother’s death had brought him to his knees. “But that time isn’t now.”
It was true. From what she had described of the pale stallion who’d killed their mother, even the two of them working in perfect tandem couldn’t hope to overcome him. Magic in its physical form was powerful, but Magic in its mental form was nearly impossible to defeat unless they had the right tools. Lupei believed that the Chamber would help them seek their revenge, but Straia had to have good reason and the Chamber had to recognize them both as worthy. This war left enough room for even the most insignificant horse to become a legend. Lupei lets his eyes stray to Dacia, and he sees his thoughts and emotions reflected in her unwavering glare.
A time for everything, Dacia. And that time begins now.
Killdare has come, and with his bloodshed the gates of chaos have been opened. Dacia’s eyes are focused on the Chamber Lord, and Lupei’s eyes are on his sibling. “No time to waste, sister.” He whispers before turning away to leave her. He had work to do.
