Ocean's Breath Plateau taimma ➻

They were together briefly, though their spirits would remain tied inexplicably, which Revui felt as he stood so close to her; this fawn-thing of a woman, so utterly unlike the sisters he grew up with or the mother he had adored and idolized. And soon, she would be a mother too; she said as much, with an admittance that should have made his blood run hot.

She pulled away from him - she ran from him with fleeting steps, but even as she did so, he pushed from the stone and swept to block her escape; a flash illuminated her from on high, and after the faraway boom came thick drops of rain.

Yes, he knows - he may be slower than his elder brother, not fully aware of all that children entailed, but he knew of wives and husbands and what came next, and he found it did not matter. In one way or another, yes.

Was it his turn to speak in riddles now? He looked at her wholly, then — watching as the rain streaked down and melded with her pale coat, softening the pelt upon her shoulders but otherwise leaving her unblemished. He felt it touch upon him too, and it would likened him to the plateau upon which they stood. He felt the chill of the rain dully.

Come with me. He could have demanded it - he was arrogant enough to make that choice, and strong enough to make her bend to his will if he wanted, but there was no threat inherent to those words. There was something much more volatile: weakness. Revui was not one to beg for anything, except in this moment he would, he did, and to him it made all the sense in the world.