Coming Home
03-05-2014, 09:57 PM
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there aren't any words you can say ![[Image: 21marzd.png]](http://i60.tinypic.com/21marzd.png) The ever so polite knight would make note that of course she wouldn't remember him. He had been ever so small, a pup, a newborn. After all that only thing he remembered mainly was the urge to impress and match up to Isardis. In which he believed he had, and found it not as pleasing as he'd life. To the fools who banished him over his slight plight of love. He had rid of scum and yet he was payed back with rudeness equivalent that of a prisoner. Which was why he found himself comfortable here. Etern had no worries of the sort, and he found himself settling in nicely as he would strengthen the minds of the youths when they needed it. After all, their father was busy, and Sendoa had asked him directly for the help anyway. He was always happy to help family. "Pardon my rudeness, I am Etern Armada, Brother of Isardis and Sendoa, and knight of Glaciem." He dipped his head, wow, he hadn't been rude at all but still assumed that he was. Still only the slight flicks of his ears would tell of his happiness of Abelinda's returning. If she only payed close attention she would notice. Only a few noticed, and no smile would crack upon his features. For he had hard habits of not showing emotion from his past. Even with scars to show in his heart, weakness wasn't entirely something he knew. Nearly a foreign concept even if he were to lose a fight. |