It's not about deserving, Aymeric. [ She nudges his chest with her cheek once more. ] It has never been.
[ However, whatever she might have said next is stolen as her ears twitch at the sound of crunching snow. She looks over her shoulder at those who would be joining them. In a moment, her heart leaps into her throat, and her tail stands on end. The youngest of the Foretemps and his faithful friend. With a final squeeze to her betrothed's hand, Alkaid quickly dashes the few steps needed to start looking them over. ]
Emmanellain! Honorit!
I say, old girl, it's been too long! And Ser Aymeric! [ The youngest, as always, seems to lose track of the notion that formalities would be implied by titles alone. Instead he leans back the moment Alkaid starts looking him over with her keen healers eye. ] Oh, come now, you don't think I would fall to such hurts in the weather...!
It is you, Emmanellain. [ Alkaid raises her eyebrows with a smile, but the look sent over her shoulder to Aymeric is meant to imply a double meaning. The pair of them are far from tempered. She stretches her hand back out for Aymeric to take and join at her side. ] Where is your brother? Your father?
[ At that, the youngest's gaze softens. He looks away, a frown settled on his face, and fists clenched. ] I've not seen them since the evacuation... not that I ordered it, of course! We had intended to stand our ground at Camp Dragonshead. I wouldn't dare let Haurchefaunt down...
I am more than certain he would understand. [ Alkaid moves her weight to her toes to reach up and gently ruffle his hair. ] As I am certain we will find your brother and father. Have you found any others?
[ Still downtrodden, Emmanellain turns and gestures to the way they had come. ] We've found who we can and huddled ourselves in Monument Tower. It's far from safe on the roads, as one could imagine, during the night.
[ Alkaid turns her head to look up at Aymeric and smiles at him. Some survivors are better than none. Her tail sways side to side just a bit. ]
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[ However, whatever she might have said next is stolen as her ears twitch at the sound of crunching snow. She looks over her shoulder at those who would be joining them. In a moment, her heart leaps into her throat, and her tail stands on end. The youngest of the Foretemps and his faithful friend. With a final squeeze to her betrothed's hand, Alkaid quickly dashes the few steps needed to start looking them over. ]
Emmanellain! Honorit!
I say, old girl, it's been too long! And Ser Aymeric! [ The youngest, as always, seems to lose track of the notion that formalities would be implied by titles alone. Instead he leans back the moment Alkaid starts looking him over with her keen healers eye. ] Oh, come now, you don't think I would fall to such hurts in the weather...!
It is you, Emmanellain. [ Alkaid raises her eyebrows with a smile, but the look sent over her shoulder to Aymeric is meant to imply a double meaning. The pair of them are far from tempered. She stretches her hand back out for Aymeric to take and join at her side. ] Where is your brother? Your father?
[ At that, the youngest's gaze softens. He looks away, a frown settled on his face, and fists clenched. ] I've not seen them since the evacuation... not that I ordered it, of course! We had intended to stand our ground at Camp Dragonshead. I wouldn't dare let Haurchefaunt down...
I am more than certain he would understand. [ Alkaid moves her weight to her toes to reach up and gently ruffle his hair. ] As I am certain we will find your brother and father. Have you found any others?
[ Still downtrodden, Emmanellain turns and gestures to the way they had come. ] We've found who we can and huddled ourselves in Monument Tower. It's far from safe on the roads, as one could imagine, during the night.
[ Alkaid turns her head to look up at Aymeric and smiles at him. Some survivors are better than none. Her tail sways side to side just a bit. ]