Blackfoot Forest lance of the falling moon

another round? <3

garait followed the line of his brother's gaze and paused only momentarily before crossing over to settle himself. venextos would range and the brennus would heal — when some hours had passed, garait would change places with his brother and stand guard. it was as how they been reared in triva, and how they worked between one another now. venextos was the only creature on earth to whom garait deferred — he was keenly aware he could not have survived the razing of their pagi without the slimly built attalus.
garait cleaned his wound once more, grimacing only slightly as he lay down and turned his brilliant eyes on venextos, seeking his brother's stare for a long moment. he did not like to say goodbye, nor did he greet; the connection of their gazes would be enough to convey all he wished: insubra watch over you, brother.