Nocturne Summit Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing

Fury, righteous and hot like magma, grew inside of Kojall and he bristled at his brother.

The words are powerful and Kynareth swears by now he is a direct descendant of this man. Though he feels like he knows where this is going and if he’s thinking right, it won’t end well for the man of the mountains. He continues to listen away, interested by the possible twist he might find himself immersed in.

If you should not join us, then you are no longer one of us. 

This statement fills Kynareth with all types of familiarity. The subject of a common fear he’s known all his life: betrayal. Only then it’s met by something just as familiar as that — 

Kojall carried his fury with him to the mountainside where he contemplated the treachery of his blood and bone, his only brother.

— revenge. 

Kyn’s brows furrow in concentration when the other continues to tell what the forest brother was up to for the many years that passed. Learning of the wonders of another world — another realm. Kyn suspects they’re both plotting something against the other. Kojall seems much more confident in his way of attack, but it seems his brother is merely calm and collected. Perhaps he’s found solstice in the teachings of this other world. 

Kojall did not need magic. He had his brawn. He had the alliances he had forged with his sisters, and he had the power to overcome anything that stood in his way,

Kyn knows exactly where this is going and the similarities to himself and Kojall are uncanny.

or so he believed.

Yep. Kyn was just waiting for that. And dare he say, he’s almost getting anxiety from the anticipation. When Taggerung looks back at him this time, his expression would be pensive. He wonders if this man is narrowly predicting his future. 

When he realizes his attention is solely on the Saints expression, Kyn lightens up some. Raising a brow and cracking a smile as if to say continue as well as adding a cheeky “I knew that was coming.”