My dear sister
02-19-2014, 08:01 PM
He seemed distressed, but she would not comment on that matter. It wasn't her business to pry, especially when he had been gone for so long. All would be revealed in good time, she had faith in that. ?Banishment,? she murmured, the word tasting bitter on her tongue. ?They must have been fools. Can't say I'm displeased with how things turned out, though.? It was true, no matter what the circumstances, she was pleased he was home where he belonged. He would chuckle as she called him warlord, and he quickly named his middle name as his calling. ?Etern. It is much softer, almost melodic.? She would smile and tag on a little note, ?I'll save Warlord for special occasions.? He would then go on to compliment her beauty, to which she would scoff. So many thought her beautiful, but she'd never once seen it herself. Sendoa had always been a tool until now, a battle machine - perhaps she was finally growing into a lady. ?Isardis and I are mated. Last season we brought two fine sons into the world - I would love for you to meet them.? They were three months old now, and growing so fast. It would do them well to have another strong male influence in their life. ?speech,? |