It was painful to hear his brother struggling to speak normally, and Encantador found it difficult to keep a straight face as he met Baron's gaze. It was then, as well, that he noticed the paleness to one of the younger male's eyes, and his lips spasmed momentarily in surprise. Like his stutter, Encantador had almost forgotten that Baron was half-blind. Poor guy. He felt a surge of almost paternal concern sweep over him, then. Though he had never known Baron well, he wanted then only to hold him close and protect him from the horrors of the outside world. They were brothers, after all: one tall, ungainly and crippled, and one shorter, more and less confident at the same time, but brothers all the same.
Encantador raised his brows when Baron spoke of claiming what he could only assume was his first territory. The Arch: that was on Tinuvel. Encantador disliked the idea that his younger sibling was alone on such a bleak, barren, and unforgiving island, and he certainly did not blame him for wanting to move somewhere warmer. "I'd offer you a place here," he mumbled quickly, feeling a surge of guilt, "but I already have a second and third, I'm afraid." Surely it wasn't too late to kick one out to make room for his brother? But no. I have more honor than that. The desert king flicked his tail as a sudden realization hit him. "The hills, huh? My gamma, Razvan, he used to live there. Has someone else taken it over since he left?"
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