the hailstorm
”There, perfect.” Neron nodded to Jace, finding the switch more than satisfactory and indulging in a small smile at the boy’s enjoyment of Halo. ”That is good - there is plenty of cold and snow to go around here.” Granted, the likes of Jace would probably be capable of enjoying Halo a lot more than other children his ages. Snowmen instead of guarding the fire; the boy would find himself short of playmates but not of play.
Content with the outcome of the conversation with Jace, Neron turned now to give Zariah his full attention. ”Because,” he said simply, ”if you did all of those things for him and he still shied away from the family when he needed them most, something must have been missing.” His smile was sharp. ”And if you want the blunt truth - because he is still a powerful mage and a Launceleyn, and every ally we push away joins the cause against us. He is my twin. He wishes to make amends. I’ve accepted his offer.” And if you don’t like it, you can leave.
Content with the outcome of the conversation with Jace, Neron turned now to give Zariah his full attention. ”Because,” he said simply, ”if you did all of those things for him and he still shied away from the family when he needed them most, something must have been missing.” His smile was sharp. ”And if you want the blunt truth - because he is still a powerful mage and a Launceleyn, and every ally we push away joins the cause against us. He is my twin. He wishes to make amends. I’ve accepted his offer.” And if you don’t like it, you can leave.
