WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
"Good," Neron murmured solemnly as Loren confirmed that he had not forgotten about the past. "When dealing with our family - indeed, even me - it is important to remember always where we came from and what effect that had on us." Glancing down, the Warden watched as the miniature luxere approached Loren and nuzzled against his hand. Knowing Astra for what she was (companions were companions, however you cut it), he said nothing and allowed the small act of comfort to pass without comment.
"Well, if you would hurry up and marry and start producing new Launceleyns, there would be more of us about," Neron said with a sharp smile, knowing all too well that his brother likely felt similar to himself about children. Necessary things, but there were other more pressing matters.
Raising an eyebrow, Neron accepted the sack of wood and hefted it over his shoulder with visible effort. "It will always be needed somewhere here. Thank you, brother. Come to the Palace after your trip to the Fangs and we will talk properly."
"Well, if you would hurry up and marry and start producing new Launceleyns, there would be more of us about," Neron said with a sharp smile, knowing all too well that his brother likely felt similar to himself about children. Necessary things, but there were other more pressing matters.
Raising an eyebrow, Neron accepted the sack of wood and hefted it over his shoulder with visible effort. "It will always be needed somewhere here. Thank you, brother. Come to the Palace after your trip to the Fangs and we will talk properly."
