The apple rolled to a stop at Scythyn's feet. His long white hand snaked out and grabbed it and he pocketed the peace offering giving Skylar a rather stern look.
Scythyn's gaze became almost..Familial, as he looked upon the Vice Regent, her fury palpable. The girl's life hanging in the balance. For a moment her influence was strong upon him and he wished to murder the whole town. His hand itched with a spell and his mind traded logic for rage. Yet Scythyn's loyalty to the Warlord was unshakeable.
Scythyn had to deliver the girl back to Penrose alive, a few cuts and nicks were not his concern. Yet the blow to the girls head worried him.
"Skylar, my sister.." Scythyn bellowed.
The words were not spoken to be heard, this was a connection forged among the Vadan'Myr. It blazed between Scythyn and Skylar ringing in her head, and radiating out to the others. These words were no plea, but a simple request, made by one that Skylar knew well. He was the balance to the sharp edges of Skylar's rage, a cool wind upon a hot day, a fire in a frozen night and why he had been chosen by Penrose to come.
Now he watched as Skylar tense and uncertain, angry with rage, made his decision..
Scythyn tossed the apple straight at Skylar... Let this belay your hand for now. He gave a little smile.
"So be it." Skylar exclaimed
Scythyn's gaze became almost..Familial, as he looked upon the Vice Regent, her fury palpable. The girl's life hanging in the balance. For a moment her influence was strong upon him and he wished to murder the whole town. His hand itched with a spell and his mind traded logic for rage. Yet Scythyn's loyalty to the Warlord was unshakeable.
Scythyn had to deliver the girl back to Penrose alive, a few cuts and nicks were not his concern. Yet the blow to the girls head worried him.
"Skylar, my sister.." Scythyn bellowed.
The words were not spoken to be heard, this was a connection forged among the Vadan'Myr. It blazed between Scythyn and Skylar ringing in her head, and radiating out to the others. These words were no plea, but a simple request, made by one that Skylar knew well. He was the balance to the sharp edges of Skylar's rage, a cool wind upon a hot day, a fire in a frozen night and why he had been chosen by Penrose to come.
Now he watched as Skylar tense and uncertain, angry with rage, made his decision..
Scythyn tossed the apple straight at Skylar... Let this belay your hand for now. He gave a little smile.
"So be it." Skylar exclaimed