His own stance on insistence and irritation likely came from a long line of moments within his life; stubborn in his own parallels, but never intending to drag his notions to scrape against another’s, unless the exchange warranted it. He’d prospered many a lecture on those he considered idiotic with their actions – but this was not any of those things. An uneasy ground; to have beheld a longlost friend and then bear witness to their foolishness and almost get multitudes killed, including one’s self and own family. No apology granted, no measure except to gain herself a martyrdom – Maea wasn’t what he’d consider a companion at all, to anyone in her wake; too selfishly indebted to her own goals and needs.
He arched a brow at the Seren response, eyes narrowing as he studied another portion of the tea, shrugged, and added some cinnamon to the blackened degrees. “Do we have anything else to sweeten it?” Sugar or honey perhaps, but he wasn’t certain on any other herbal proportions. “We also had a member of the Family listening in,” because that was a detail he didn’t want to go to waste. “That Vox character.” The same one who “broadcasted” details and threats. “And he did not make himself visible.” Something to always be wary and cognizant of. Between his furrowed brows and contemplations, he started another blend to brew; something for himself, with hordes of the darker tea as well.
Nodding in agreement over the training, because he wanted all of them ready for whatever was coming their way, his sentiments continued and persisted after hers. “That might work.” That way it wouldn’t have to be just the magic users fighting for Halo - all of the sanctity could have a part.
He arched a brow at the Seren response, eyes narrowing as he studied another portion of the tea, shrugged, and added some cinnamon to the blackened degrees. “Do we have anything else to sweeten it?” Sugar or honey perhaps, but he wasn’t certain on any other herbal proportions. “We also had a member of the Family listening in,” because that was a detail he didn’t want to go to waste. “That Vox character.” The same one who “broadcasted” details and threats. “And he did not make himself visible.” Something to always be wary and cognizant of. Between his furrowed brows and contemplations, he started another blend to brew; something for himself, with hordes of the darker tea as well.
Nodding in agreement over the training, because he wanted all of them ready for whatever was coming their way, his sentiments continued and persisted after hers. “That might work.” That way it wouldn’t have to be just the magic users fighting for Halo - all of the sanctity could have a part.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
