Coming Home
03-05-2014, 06:37 PM
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there aren't any words you can say ![[Image: 21marzd.png]](http://i60.tinypic.com/21marzd.png) It had been nearly half a season since he had joined his brother. And personally asked by his sister to take care of the children as a knight. While he was still searching to be higher, he would not disgrace his brother in such a way as to think about over throwing him. Isardis would keep his throne in tact as how he wished it was as simple as that. Six had failed to get the back she longed for, as Etern would have been a king, but he was not that ambitious. Maybe he was a fool for that matter, but anywhere else it was because of the way he was raised. Emotionless, there was no reading into what he felt. Not even his head would follow up on expressions. As he heard the howl of someone he had long since forgotten. Perhaps only seen little of in his past and payed no mind to her. He had always been this emotionless statue though, causing for something of an uprising when it came to those who truly knew how to read into his face. Etern found himself confronting her, Abelinda? Right, that was the fuzzy name cornered at the edge of his head. Without any clue of what he was thinking or feeling he stopped a few feet away from her. Emerald orbs looked straight at her, nearly through her as his white tipped elbows valiantly placed themselves among the summer snow. "Abelinda?" he questioned, polite and nearly empty just to make certain it was who he thought it was. He made no sign as to say he was lower than her. The war lord kept himself high, in wonder what had become of his other siblings. In hopes that she was alright. Etern was not heartless despite what he may have come off as. |