Dragoncrest Cliffs good lord, what would that sound like without love.

Artaax could read nothing from Furi's or Blixen's responses that would tell him if his suspicions were correct, not that that stopped him from believing himself to be. Furi contradicted him, calling the other gray and not white. Annoying. The description Blixen added was just plain incorrect. Also annoying. Why did he hang out with these two so much?

In typical Blixen fashion, she spoke out of turn before their leaders, suggesting they go make pointless demands of their neighbors. Artaax glowered at her, but said nothing. He waited for orders like the good son little soldier he was, knowing that the decision would be Thur's, and that there was nothing they could suggest that she hadn't already considered. He felt a trill of pleasure shoot through him when [i[heda[/i] rejected the idea immediately with a touch of reprimand. He glanced at his sister, looking somehow both stoic and smug as fuck. But a moment later, orders came, and Artaax snapped to attention to soak them in fully.

Eske spoke next and though that seemed the most likely scenario to him, he said nothing. Neither of their leaders were sharing with them what the ultimate plan was, but he reasoned that was likely because they had yet to come up with it. Artaax would never dare request it, but he hoped that when it was determined, they would include him at that point. Until then, he would stay in the territory, and offer to go out with those that left it, like a good little soldier.