Sailing not Selling

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Taurig would appear quickly, and Chrysanthe was thankful for his words. Did he really consider her family? Did he truly trust her despite the Armada blood that flowed through him? She was hesitant at first, but the sincerity in his voice would easily cast that out. With appreciation for their unexplored camaraderie, Chrysanthe would step forward, passing over the borders and approaching Taurig. His Kingdom was one that she was unfamiliar with, every smell was different from that of Valhalla, but it smelled so much like him, and the healers and warriors that had come with him during the siege. With ease she would tie this scent to her allies, and it would become familiar and comfortable. "Taurig! I have news for you." She would keep in relatively high spirits for her adopted brother, although she would pause with her splurge of information when she saw his eyes.



Where she had one optic that had faded, was unusable, he had two. Where they were one vibrant, full of life - they were empty now. The woman would visibly freeze, her lips parting just slightly - she didn't even have to ask to know who did this. "No, you too? I was lucky enough to only loose one eye." She didn't know how bitter a subject this was for him, and would tread lightly upon it. "How are you and your people fairing?" The woman would pause, looking away for a moment - before tossing aside her attempts to playing her role of the polite ambassador. It would all slip away, leaving only a woman who was testing the waters at being this man's friend. "What happened Taurig? Why did he do this to you?" Her words were sincere, sweet even. But for all of the caring she felt for him, her blood boiled - for Glaciem had made a victim out of yet another...