Moonspear Linger

Sooooo sorry for the wait y'all! Been a bit under the weather lately.

Whip nodded and thought of voicing his disappointment, but in the presence of the stranger he thought it wise to hold his tongue. Talk would not be candid with his brother; not now, at least. Yet, dissapointed as Whip was to hear that the Redhawk legacy was all but nil, he was not suprised. The Gannet he knew, or rather, the one he remembered did not strike him as the sort to lead. He was soft -- soft in a way Whip envied. But yet, time and circumstance were powerful forces of change, and strong souls were forged in the crucible of struggle. Whip could only fill the gaps with what he knew from long ago.

"Oh," he said, hiding his disdain behind a veil. He thought to answer his brother's question, but having wandered so far and so long -- he couldn't quite give a single answer. He offered only a shrug. It was then that the other spoke. Whip turned, pulling away bluntly from his brother's enthusiastic greeting. "Whip," he told her, studying her as he gave his answer. If Gannet did not lead, surely his companion held rank. Whip was mindful of how he held himself.

"He's my brother." He gestured toward Gannet with a quick motion. "I was-- I went back to the Caldera and no one was there," explained Whip. "I was hoping to come home."