Unexpected Return

[hourglasspriest]

This is not the library at the Keep.

Before he lets himself get annoyed about it -- his nature won't let him be completely calm about such things -- he casts around with his senses. Almost immediately, he knows that this isn't the Shadow Realm or Terreille, and if he doesn't know what Hell feels like, then no one does. He can catch a whiff of

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[eyrienprince]

Lucivar's been walking a dangerous line himself, along temper, but that startles him out of his stalking annoyance where he's practicing by stripping the trees of lower branches, out in the woods. That psychic scent - for a moment, he's jarred, and sharply, but then he notes the undertones and adjusts, though before he's sure he's already moving to intercept his father, though when he's actually close enough his pace checks, almost nervously. "--High Lord?"

[hourglasspriest]

Saetan senses his approach more as a dark Jewelled Warlord Prince, then he notices the color of the Jewel and looks closer. There is only one Ebon Gray Warlord Prince. He starts to relax his inner defenses and to pull down his rage to greet his son with something of a pleasant demeanor, but as soon as he begins he realizes how near to the edge Lucivar is. That bristles him again.

So sadly, it is still a deadly cautious High Lord of Hell who turns golden eyes to face the Eyrien warrior. "Prince Yaslana, could you explain where we are?" The unspoken question, which he could ask but doesn't, either on a psychic thread or out loud, is What the hell has you so upset?

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar's gait gets a little more wary, slightly, but only a little. He tries to reign his temper in, knowing that his uneasiness and unfocused anger will only set Saetan off, and he doesn't really want that. "I could try. I won't guarantee it'll be very coherent, this place doesn't make any bit of sense."

He ignores the unspoken question. It doesn't need to be answered, not this moment.

[hourglasspriest]

Cautious, still formal, Saetan nods. "But a report from you can be trusted as reliable, unlike the information I've had from others. They could have been lying. Why are there so many... who feel as if they have power but aren't Blood?" He knows that there's a danger keeping this tone, but the formalities also help. They're supposed to help riled Warlord Princes know what is allowed and what isn't.

[eyrienprince]

It also makes him slightly nervous, though, wondering what Saetan knows or remembers and if there are things he doesn't know that have caused them friction. But he's trying to ignore it for now, more concerned about Saetan's mood. "Because they do. There are as many types of power as there are people, none of them quite the same as the Blood - and few as strong."

[hourglasspriest]

"I've been told people do manage to get along. I haven't seen any hostility, but I wonder about that." The statement is general, his tone is drifting into something gentler, though he still seems inclined not to trust their surroundings. "You were riled before you saw me. Why?"

[eyrienprince]

"For the most part, there isn't hostility." The question gives him pause, a moment, considering. "For the most part. Recent events have made me wary of the safety of some...not Jaenelle. Others."

[hourglasspriest]

"Such as?" If there was trouble anywhere, even among landens, it could bleed over into danger for them. He was avid to know where any dangers lay here, because he couldn't quite comprehend how everything worked. Understanding would come in time, but he wasn't about to judge on just these first few minutes.