Azrael
“It was!” Azrael insists with a bright fanged smile of their own, a bob of their head which causes the curls to bounce as they keep walking. As for the rest of it, they inform their father of the Prince and the information regarding him, waiting for the prompts of questions that they may or may not be able to answer. “Me too, Papa.” They agree with a soft chime of a laugh, so eerily similar to Rexanna despite not having known her very long. “He does! It’s… Uhm…” Their hand rises to tap their finger against their temple as they try to recall it. “Emyr King!”
Soon the Spire is upon them, however, and their attention flickers back to the obsidian building around them, their gaze lifting to follow the places where it’s smooth and well crafted to the spaces where it looks like it’s sustained some damage. “Really?” They ask incredulously, following their father to the Spire to mimic him as they place their fingertips against the building. “Maybe we can… After the war?” They ask with a bit of hopefulness, turning their head to peer up the few inch difference between themself and their father.
Soon the Spire is upon them, however, and their attention flickers back to the obsidian building around them, their gaze lifting to follow the places where it’s smooth and well crafted to the spaces where it looks like it’s sustained some damage. “Really?” They ask incredulously, following their father to the Spire to mimic him as they place their fingertips against the building. “Maybe we can… After the war?” They ask with a bit of hopefulness, turning their head to peer up the few inch difference between themself and their father.
Oh, brother, run fast, brother, run fast
They're coming your way, coming your way
They're coming your way, coming your way
