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02-20-2014, 08:55 PM



She eyed him, recalling what a tiny thing he had been when he'd entered the world and took his first breath. He'd cried shortly after, a sound she now knew to be a battle cry. He had been a strong boy, and he looked to have become an even stronger man - one she could be truly proud of. A smile creased her features, just enough to curl the corners of her lips up a degree or two. ?I imagine one of them will end up as Heir, though nothing has been decided yet. Their personalities are so different, it's hard to imagine picking one over the other.? Perhaps that wasn't necessary, though. Who's to say the boys couldn't take on the dynasty together, as one? The thought had never crossed her mind until now, and it would certainly not leave her mind for some time. That would be remarkable, something only an Armada could pull off - or two, actually. Something tugged at the strings of his mind, and she would tilt her ears attentively to his words. He was bored, ah - the plagues of a finely tuned pack, there just simply wasn't enough work to go around. ?I daresay you deserve a day or two to behave like a lazed lion, but I understand your desire for productivity. It seems now that I am Queen and a mother I'm not much good for anything but strolling about and looking pretty - if I manage to pull that off.? She snorted, it seemed that her days of battling were over - as her life's worth was placed in her son's eyes instead of her teeth and claws. ?I must admit I've somewhat of a personal request you could attend to - if you're interest lies with youth. Isardis has fathered quite a few children, including the two of my own. The boys.. I fear they aren't getting the training and discipline they so need. I wonder if you might oversee their upbringing. Show them how to be men, teach them to be the warlords there genes command them to be.? Isardis meant well, but one man did not have time enough to manage the testosterone running rampant in Glaciem. It was time trusted others stepped in to assist in reigning in the youthful boys of the North and oversee their transformation into men of valor. Taurig was gone, but perhaps the gods or fates or whatever celestial beings there might be had sent Etern here to replace him - and surpass him.




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