The Other Side

*Sendoa* · 09-23-2013, 08:29 PM

It seemed everyone was content to go and leave Glaciem behind to see what Taurig had gone and done. Feeling as if she ought to stay behind, the woman would linger on the border, pacing. However, the fate of her nephew was at hand due to his failing to think of how his actions would affect his father. Isardis was already boiling with rage over Valhalla, and this would likely be the last straw for him. Taurig was in a heap of trouble. Without any more hesitation she would stalk toward the kingdom the boy had taken for himself, not entirely surprised that he'd chosen to leave. She had suspected he wasn't a supporter of his father's antics, and in 20-20 hindsight she could see this coming from a mile away.

As she neared she found the boys in a scuffle, Isardis clearly wanting to do as much physical damage to the boy who he'd just disowned. Argent seemed to think it was a good thing what Taurig had done, and Sendoa found herself quickly leaning toward this sort of thinking - not that she would openly admit that to her brother right away. Sendoa brushed up against Argent lightly, more out of a notification of her presence than anything else. ?Duchess,? she would comment. ?hell hath no fury like my brother scorned.? There was no more certain truth. Isardis had never been good at not getting his way. Jaws would part and the Sentinel would let loose a call for her brother king, hoping he would call off this madness before he killed the boy. It seemed that Taurig had no intent to fight back. ?Isardis please,? pleading tone would pierce the air, hopefully weaving its way to his ears - and perhaps even his heart. If he only knew how much she cared for him and tried to look out for him - for them both.

?speak,?

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