Senna rocks back on his heels as the Senecas divulge their answers, one by one. "No." "Yes." "No." His mouth pulls into a brooding line, and he strides a step closer, until his eyes drill crimson holes into unrelenting emeralds. The emeralds of Seneca the Second.
He nudges his head towards Seneca the First. His gaze trails slowly behind. "My final question, gentlemen." He blinks when he feels Nestor's awareness bob slyly at the edge of his. She has decided to acknowledge his existence again, because she is curious. There is not one creature in this world who takes after my heart more than she, Senna thinks. The lines of his mouth crinkle in suppressed amusement.
"Is he, the first among you who spoke, the healer?" He pauses, and draws a whistling breath between lightly sealed teeth. "Of course, if that is yourself, please answer my question as a personal one."
He settles back, and awaits their final answers.
Solovey taught you well, Nestor muses. Well enough, he replies, but his lips are just shy of grinning.
He nudges his head towards Seneca the First. His gaze trails slowly behind. "My final question, gentlemen." He blinks when he feels Nestor's awareness bob slyly at the edge of his. She has decided to acknowledge his existence again, because she is curious. There is not one creature in this world who takes after my heart more than she, Senna thinks. The lines of his mouth crinkle in suppressed amusement.
"Is he, the first among you who spoke, the healer?" He pauses, and draws a whistling breath between lightly sealed teeth. "Of course, if that is yourself, please answer my question as a personal one."
He settles back, and awaits their final answers.
Solovey taught you well, Nestor muses. Well enough, he replies, but his lips are just shy of grinning.
@redandblack @Theodosia | "senna" nestor
