Just like old times, he'd cajoled @Morticia, even knowing how she hated to be reminded of the past. Oh, but she was beautiful when she was vexed; beautiful in any state, truly, but nothing set his heart racing quite like her emeraldfire rage. She'd been so quiet for a time he'd nearly feared she would leave him, or threaten it again at least, and so he'd relented just a touch. Her handmaid would accompany them. @Saede, or whatever the girl was called.
Aside this lone servant, it was just the two of them. Just like old times. The bulk of his forces were left to Piper; there were doubts whispered about the girl, he knew, but she was a born strategist. Atlas was untroubled.
He even felt lighter than he had in years, abuzz with anticipation at seeing his son again. @Cassius, too, faithful soldier that he'd proven himself. The boys had found a place, he'd been told. Somewhere to stake a claim while they began their search.
Aside this lone servant, it was just the two of them. Just like old times. The bulk of his forces were left to Piper; there were doubts whispered about the girl, he knew, but she was a born strategist. Atlas was untroubled.
He even felt lighter than he had in years, abuzz with anticipation at seeing his son again. @Cassius, too, faithful soldier that he'd proven himself. The boys had found a place, he'd been told. Somewhere to stake a claim while they began their search.
What do you think, love? Should we announce ourselves, or see how long it takes the boy to identify an interloper?Atlas mused aloud, not really asking his wife. His eyes found her all the same. Whatever decision he made would be his own, but he wanted to hear her thoughts first — to see if they mirrored his, or correct them if they did not.
December 04, 2024, 09:01 PM
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Between Atlas's jocular nature, Saede's incessant questions, and the seemingly endless bracket thicket, Morticia's mood was citrus-sour. It ebbed only slightly when they broke out onto open ground, the bifurcated boulder rising up as a compelling landmark before them—
But only slightly.
The war was wearing upon her. Conquest was sweet, true, but she was older now, and felt every season in her bones. When would the time come to rest upon their laurels? Heavens knew she could use a long, languorous nap.
But only slightly.
Keep up, girl,she snapped at her handmaiden, who was still picking her way through the brush. So annoyed she was that her husband's question didn't register at first; she flipped her attention to his, her face reading, What?! before the words finally came to her.
It's his duty to be looking out,the golden witch reasoned, nostrils flaring slightly.
We'll wait for him to come.
The war was wearing upon her. Conquest was sweet, true, but she was older now, and felt every season in her bones. When would the time come to rest upon their laurels? Heavens knew she could use a long, languorous nap.
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