Post by Vrijeme Gange Zlotvor on Aug 21, 2016 8:18:50 GMT
Having spun wild magic into a cohesive whole using the ebbs of death Tempus was more firmly bound her than any of the others yet he was able to far see and knew that outside this mound other were taking notice. Not so much notice as to give pains of their awareness but enough notice to be noticed. It was sad bit of work as the oath didn’t extend to them or their intentions. Sighing he could not allow his work to be undone so quickly upon its completion. One good turn it seemed would deserve another.
Speaking to Lynx he said low enough where even his mirrorself had to strain some to hear. “No king making but strengthening the court for as blood calls to blood so to does the enmities of the heart.” Riddle yes but as plain as the nose upon his face as he and Lynx often spoke in riddles as a way to pass the time and keep their minds as sharp as the blades they wielded.
H knew Lynx would follow his lead and back his play if for nothing than a diversion to break up the monotony. He alighted near Ahdair just as his scion broached the workings of asking after the hands of power. Nodding his head as way of asking he spoke in short and as direct as he dared with so many eyes and ears attuned. “Your hands are as those of flesh and blood they the tools of your mind to wield as your imagination allows and the rules governing this Earth tolerate. Your hands are a sign that you are no small matter. Your hands once you are blooded into them are yours alone though similar as one appendage to another of anothers.”
As he spoke he watched as others looked away denoting that they were indeed one of the focuses of the other revellers.
Speaking to Lynx he said low enough where even his mirrorself had to strain some to hear. “No king making but strengthening the court for as blood calls to blood so to does the enmities of the heart.” Riddle yes but as plain as the nose upon his face as he and Lynx often spoke in riddles as a way to pass the time and keep their minds as sharp as the blades they wielded.
H knew Lynx would follow his lead and back his play if for nothing than a diversion to break up the monotony. He alighted near Ahdair just as his scion broached the workings of asking after the hands of power. Nodding his head as way of asking he spoke in short and as direct as he dared with so many eyes and ears attuned. “Your hands are as those of flesh and blood they the tools of your mind to wield as your imagination allows and the rules governing this Earth tolerate. Your hands are a sign that you are no small matter. Your hands once you are blooded into them are yours alone though similar as one appendage to another of anothers.”
As he spoke he watched as others looked away denoting that they were indeed one of the focuses of the other revellers.
