Traveling Soldier

Aza said nothing to his words, her face stoic, neither agreeing with him or disagreeing with him. Was she realizing that maybe having her brother back wasn't such a good idea? She'd seemed pretty excited about him being back just a few minutes ago, but now he wasn't too sure. He hadn't expected anyone to be jumping for joy at having finally returned, but a part of him thought that at least someone would be glad that he'd finally found his way back. Better late than never. But now it didn't seem like his arrival was very much welcomed anymore. Perhaps he had really been better off wandering out alone. What use could he be to Valhalla after all? He was sure it had more than enough members and his contribution would be a tiny drop in the giant lake that was Valhalla. Right at that moment, he felt out of place and unwanted. Maybe he should have never come back.


His thoughts were sidetracked as Aza's question registered in his head, cerulean gaze rotating to fixate itself on his uncle as the russet man shrugged, as if his plans weren't of much importance, describing how he would find a woman named Eos and how she would eventually rule a kingdom and he rule beside her. Eos. Eos. Eos. That name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put a face to the name. Could she be her uncle's mate? Or perhaps another family member that he had failed to meet before his prolonged absence? He wasn't too keen on talking at the moment, his words having worked against him, so he kept his question to himself, knowing he would be able to find out later on. So he settled for the moment, still unable to find the decency to allow himself to sit between his sister and uncle. He felt as if any moment he should turn around and just walk off, tell his sister to forget that she had ever seen or spoken to him and wander off once again, only this time around he wouldn't return. Would anyone care if he left for good? His parents were off in Glaciem, they would never be the wiser. And Azalea was the Valhallan Heir now, certainly she had some new things that she had to learn, things that would keep her occupied and allow her to disregard him from her mind, as if he'd almost never existed. It would be simple and painless. But did he really want to permanently turn his back on his family for good?


And then his uncle was speaking again, in a way forgiving him for his loose tongue, commenting on how everyone spoke without speaking. That might be true, but that was still no excuse for him having rattled off his thoughts out-loud without having thoroughly thought them through. It didn't make him feel any better, if not made him feel that much more pathetic. Just as his thoughts began to borderline self-loathing Syrinx spoke up once again. His grandfather was alright, but his days were numbered. The young Adravendi lowered his head, audits pinned flat against his skull. He would have to visit his grandfather soon before the Adravendi Patriarch became one with the earth. He couldn't bare the guilt if Cairo were to pass and he had never gotten a chance to speak with him. His somber mood began to lift as his uncle question the two siblings about their knowledge of combat. Fighting. War. Warriors. It had always intrigued the young man, but not because of the glory of it all. It was another form of helping people. A much more violent one, though not always, he felt it was his duty to help protect those that he could. He allowed Aza to speak first before he spoke up. I got into a few scuffles in my absence, but nothing that you could call formal training, though I do have an interest in the arts of combat. Would his uncle offer up an opportunity to train them? It would give the young man a chance to get to know his uncle and be able to make a more informed opinion about him, as well as being taught the finer things of combat.


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