beauty on the breeze

Things had been relatively peaceful lately... which was why telling Theory this was going to suck even more than it normally would. Part of him hoped she might be hard to find today. Despite knowing exactly what he needed to do, delaying it just a bit wouldn't hurt.. right? But she was around, just as he'd anticipated and feared, and he hoped she didn't notice any disappointment that might show on his features when she came into view. She looked comfortable too; god, it was going to be a shame to ruin a nice day like this with what he was about to tell her.

"Hey," he replied, trying to mirror the same kind of lightness of tone, though Corvus had never been very good at masking his emotions. He was practically dripping with discomfort even from the single syllable word he spoke, and he fidgeted as he came to a halt near her, reclining backwards onto her hindquarters. "No," he started, though quickly corrected himself. "I mean - I guess yeah, there is something," he fumbled stupidly over his words, and wondered if he'd ever be good at this sort of thing. Was he betraying Ignis by warning her? It was a difficult decision but one he knew where he'd end up at the end. His family came first, always, without question. He let out a frustrated sigh.

"I went to go see Ignis the other day. My friend, from Winterfell," he explained, not sure if she knew him by name, or knew of the few times he'd selfishly fled to Winterfell. He'd probably be more than a little embarrassed if she did. But he was working on being more present, and not fleeing when he felt like he was struggling to live up to his own expectations. "He told me that his uncle plans to bring his fighters to Abaven to fight. To raid, he said, but... not to take anyone. Just to practice or something." Corvus wish he sounded half as certain as he wanted to sound, but it was hard to shake the feeling that it was a shitty move. They were doing it because they'd made a deal with someone, instead of just.. showing up and suggestion a practice or something. It certainly didn't leave a good taste in his mouth and he had a feeling Theory would feel the same way about it,