A new chapter

Thoroughly startled, Edmund nearly jumps out of his skin as he looks over to see who had appeared. It takes him a second, but his racing heart calms when he recognizes the man. "Uncle Jata." The greeting is almost breathless in as the sight of the demigod invokes a tangle of emotions. Affection, confusion, anger yet new understanding. He'd been heartbroken to hear that the man had betrayed Safrin. Enraged even. Yet now, he'd gone and done the same. It gave him more perspective and made him curious as to just what had driven Sunjata to side with Frey. At the same time, he was cautious Frey may have been impartial to the Voice, but he had no idea how the herald viewed his Mother. From the Ancient's brief interaction with her, she didn't seem to hold the heralds in much regard. Maybe even in contempt. Patting the beside next to him, Edmund invites the man over. "It's been a while. How are you?" The Ancient watches the Flood carefully with eyes far too similar to his own Edmund the prince of torchline