“Sixteen years of such... I would think he would have learned by now.” her amusement, though, softens any sense of her dislike for the two standing there in conversation with her. They evaluate that she is more close to friendly than nasty, no matter her tail lift or the earlier growl in defense of herself. And even if she had been nasty, really what would it have meant to them - just like, what would their dislike mean to her? Nothing. They were easier friends, but the loss of a new acquaintance would hardly serve to disrupt the four’s life any more than their loss would disrupt her.
But then the meeting changes again, altering as the two come from the foliage in their disarray and grim acceptance of the decisive win on the black wolf’s end and usual loss on the red wolf’s end. They talk as most brother’s are apt to do, often acting as if they are the only ones partaking in the conversation, for all that Neirin gives a continuing apologetic smile with an understanding tilt to his head as his eyes glance at Natu. It was all a part of living with family, his face seems to say. Another refusal to make excuses and yet without verbalizing the error of his brother’s way what with Fenrir’s sharp reprimand before and short-ordered growl with this new attempt at a come-on. Ifrit was a lover of females for sure, and with the loss of his single mate back seven years prior, well…
Topics change to Spirane and there is a moment when Fenrir speaks that they all turn to look at him with stoney faces - even Ifrit, who otherwise had a look of alarmed version of the same expression on his face. It was a logical leap that he had mentioned that same son in some form and had had his hide ripped into for the mention. Then Neirin asks after the boys they had left behind and she answers, “Talesin still resides there now that Daenerys reigns. Leonidis is also in Spirane. I believe he is... ahh... close with Dany.” She mentions and her generally friendly and tolerant demeanor has them all seeming to relax physically in that subtle way that you would not realize had been so tense until it was gone. Except for Fenrir, questions whirling and yet face giving no more than piercing attention.
“Moonglow and Alcide have passed and the mountains have been in much unrest for the past two years or so until Daenerys took over. How long have you been away from Moladion, if I might ask?” And this time it is Seamus who lets out a bark of laughter, a guffaw that sounds an awful lot like a proud uncle at his nephew’s soccer game. “Wouldn’t you figure, eh Fen!? Our blood just can’t seem to keep away from thrones, eh!?” And the questions whirling in Fenrir’s eyes drop as he turns to Seamus with no small amount of that vacuum mindedness that made him seem like a killer. It is like white noise, staring into those eyes, as if whatever was between his ears was everything and nothing at once. “It is the dragon blood in them both.” he says as if the matter-of-fact statement would not sound strange to the female he turns his attention back to.
But it seemed that the red baron had been silent for quite long enough, “We can hope that Raksha boy doesn’t have enough dragon in that one eye to make him wind up like your Weylin, King and dead by the king of that Glorall sea of his… Or yours, Seamus. Didn’t your Finley die for his callous Angel Queen without so much as a life taken in retribution?”
“Ifrit!” and at that the red male snorts, turning so he says the rest over a sienna shoulder, “Just remember the thrones of Moladion kill more than they save, that is all I was saying.” Yet he still moves away from the gathering to stare up from his new laying position where Fenrir had been when she approached. “You have provoked enough today,” and it is the most dismissive sounding voice he had used yet - the voice of an alpha who had no end to patience, but would deal with disobedience with the same savage surety that Fenrir held so much closer to the surface. “He won’t be back up on his feet now, Miss, don’t you mind him. He hasn’t torn into Moladion prey in so long and Neirin here is keeping him at bay till there is an Elk crossing that we can truly sink our teeth into.”
“Six years.” comes a quiet voice like the mist of some weapon creeping out over a battlefield. Neirin and Seamus look then to Fenrir with yet another surprised look, though this time Neirin looks in sharp consideration of Natu very swiftly after he hides his surprise, as if keenly aware that she had some trait or another that could bring life back into his right-hand. “We have been gone six years.”
WE ALWAYS FIND OUR WAY BACK HOME
the first children of the original moladion packs
of trenus | of scotavia | of solevion | of ferrine
shining prince | dragonborn | red baron | shadow-grin
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