And stand as brothers, we
Erd
Standing beside his brother along the edges of the meeting, Erd watched with growing anxiety as Marisol addressed them. The news that she broke was not good. He wondered, a quick little thought that darted through his mind, if any meetings were ever good. He sure as hell couldn’t remember. A thoughtful frown stole across the warlock’s face, his turquoise eyes darkening with unease and apprehension as he shifted, hooves scraping against the ground as he moved to press up against Ard’s side.
Asterion had gone missing upon the Island, along with Florentine and Lysander. They were presumed dead. Already a vigil seemed to be in the works to remember them by, generously voiced by Fiona. Erd’s frown only deepened. They were missing, right? Not dead? What if they just needed someone to come looking for them, like Ard had come looking for him? Marisol went on, telling them all that she had taken up the mantle as the Sovereign of Terrastella. That soothed the boone within his chest, the cold hand that gripped his heart in uneasiness. If Marisol could tend to the Dusk Court like she tended to the Halcyon, then they’d be alright.
Right?
Other words were shared, voices intermingling in screeching shouts and calm discussion. Some members of the Court didn’t seem to have the stomach to complete the meeting, and instead departed as soon as Marisol said her piece. Erd watched them go with a worried frown. Did they not believe in Marisol’s ability to lead? Were they upset over Asterion and the others going missing?
He didn’t know, and unfortunately it wasn’t in his place to find out. Instead, the silver warlock watched and waited beside his brother, and when the meeting seemed somewhat concluded and Marisol herself advanced, stepping through the crowds, Erd pulled on his brother’s black cloak to steal his attention.
“Come on.” Turning, the twins went after the newly announced Sovereign, but not because of her title. They had no desire to talk about that, not when there was something so much more important that needed to be discussed; their family.
"Speaking."
Asterion had gone missing upon the Island, along with Florentine and Lysander. They were presumed dead. Already a vigil seemed to be in the works to remember them by, generously voiced by Fiona. Erd’s frown only deepened. They were missing, right? Not dead? What if they just needed someone to come looking for them, like Ard had come looking for him? Marisol went on, telling them all that she had taken up the mantle as the Sovereign of Terrastella. That soothed the boone within his chest, the cold hand that gripped his heart in uneasiness. If Marisol could tend to the Dusk Court like she tended to the Halcyon, then they’d be alright.
Right?
Other words were shared, voices intermingling in screeching shouts and calm discussion. Some members of the Court didn’t seem to have the stomach to complete the meeting, and instead departed as soon as Marisol said her piece. Erd watched them go with a worried frown. Did they not believe in Marisol’s ability to lead? Were they upset over Asterion and the others going missing?
He didn’t know, and unfortunately it wasn’t in his place to find out. Instead, the silver warlock watched and waited beside his brother, and when the meeting seemed somewhat concluded and Marisol herself advanced, stepping through the crowds, Erd pulled on his brother’s black cloak to steal his attention.
“Come on.” Turning, the twins went after the newly announced Sovereign, but not because of her title. They had no desire to talk about that, not when there was something so much more important that needed to be discussed; their family.
