Antarctic Symphony

Finally being by Scylla’s side again created a wholeness within him that he hadn’t quite acknowledged was there. Albion felt it since his sister had departed from his side, but now that she was here and he was whole again, the world looked different. As he spoke about Avacyn and his time here, he could feel Scylla go stiff and watched as her features shifted away from him as he confessed. Albion might have had disputes with their father, but at the end of the day he wanted to make him proud. That included keeping his word and offering himself to Avacyn.

Quite settled between them for a long moment as the shining diamond like ice glittered around them. Albion had always been a quiet man, eager to listen and slow to speak, and his patience was rewarded as Scylla sighed softly before returning her gaze to glass blue eyes. She played the part of devil’s advocate, speaking almost desperately as she told him that there was no real vow to uphold. Staying true to Avacyn had been difficult, but the way she welcomed him into her home and reveled in their intimacy together he had easily been wrapped up in her. Avacyn was a beautiful warrior princess who offered him a place of power at her side. No matter the obstacles, that prize was difficult to let go.


"I know.” He whispered back as he searched her eyes. Uncertain what she wanted to hear from him or what she knew. "But I made a promise to Avacyn. She needs me.” He explained softly, somewhat similar to his words to Saracyn. Avacyn would have to send him away before he left her and broke his vow.

"Albion Baskara Klien"