Broken Antler Fen fire & smoke

Tension rises in his muscles, twisting them tight until the sliver ex-prince lifts his eyebrows. Although the excuse that leaves Alarian is believable to degree—he wishes to leave without laying a location. It is then that Aldric realizes he may have made the situation entirely too awkward.

He steps forward, looming without intention.

Wait, he pleads, his boyish voice cracking with desperation. His pulse picks up. Tail tip fidgets. I do not mean to… startle you. It is important. There are people that want to meet you. It has been awhile since Aldric spoke so much in one sitting, and he feels completely out of his element. ‘If only they were here,’ he continues to think.