I'm an open book
06-05-2015, 09:50 PM
They had moved, back to the north. Vereux had been born in the sparse pines of the north, so being here was only natural for the man. Finally he felt like his soul was settling down. He didn't have a grip on who he was quiet yet, but he was coming around. After meeting Avalon, he felt that he was finally over his feelings for Athena and things were finally back where they should have been. However, he certainly hoped that she was doing well in Sonticus. They could be friends, but anything beyond that was not in the Yfir code. He would not lose sleep over it however, this was his home and he would prove to Katja that he was willing to give his life to be here.
Perhaps learning more about their culture would help. As far as he knew, it was a viking type thing. Vereux himself had grown up where nothing but sheer power got you anywhere. There were the strong, and then the strong would destroy the weak. Vereux had to fight between the two lines constantly in his life time. He was not a pitiful female, and thus himself at a time felt himself superior. The king had since lost his crown, and he was simply trying to make his way in the world, but in the north he was truly comfortable. He settled himself in snow and let out a satisfied sigh.
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