Northstar Vale Ziliáris

The dam had broken and the soldier turned upon the boy with a flurry of words.

All it had taken was one – pathetic. Antigone could not help but feel a squirm of delight at having cracked through the scarred man’s gruff façade. One pointed chip of a word aimed directly at Reyson’s damaged armor. And how swiftly he had turned the word back on the boy.

What a man he must have felt to barrage his angry words on a child. The red-hooded pup did not shy away from his emotion. He let himself revel in the knowledge that he had caused this. Antigone was not keen to inflict damage. He had more interest in healing the wounds. Despite this desire to fix, he could not help but to feel the swelling of his disgust for Reyson. He wanted the man to feel hurt. He wanted him to feel like he was pitiful and undeserving of the love he desired.

Does it make you feel better? Acting like a spoiled child. Talking down to a boy who knows better than you do…

Antigone sneered at him, open and mocking in the expression. His dark blue eyes were like gripping claws rising from the black of the sea.

You act so concerned for her… but every time I talk to you, all you do is spout about your feelings and your sadness and your pathetic attitude. Poor Reyson Ebonywood. The burden of your heart is too heavy to hold so you must force the weight of it on others, hm?

How could Meadow love this man? How could she see anything worth while in him?

Your heart is as scarred and ugly as your body.

Another daring step toward the man.