Chimera Fields a crime so old as the sky and bone

Already Rian felt as if there was the potential for disagreement between himself and Rannoch, though he still couldn't tell if the argent boy was doing it willingly or if instinct bade him to demand such respect. He'd become quite comfortable with his lofty position among Ondine's Neverwinter and, though he didn't agree with everything that had happened, he wasn't about to give up his status so easily. However, Cypress seemed to catch on rather quickly that there was something slightly amiss and it caused Rian to immediately relent, for now. His tail felt to hang casually between his legs and he glanced towards his raven-cloaked cousin with a quick smile as if to say nothing, really.

Rannoch remarked on something that Rian, too, felt deep in his bones. He exhaled and shook his head with that same soft smile echoing across his lips, "You too, Rannoch." He replied, lending another glance towards Cypress and nodding. "Feels good, this. Bit sudden but..." He bit the inside of his cheek. "I should tell my family, at least."