| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Jen |
There is enough light that the sentinel sees well, despite the partial blindness that Knox lends him for the sake of comfort. After all, the Sentinel had spent most of a lifetime learning to see in shadows, it was difficult to be reintroduced to the light.
When Knox isn't being honest with himself, he considers his father's chosen handicap to be foolish and a sign of emotional weakness. You only stay blind because you can't bear to face a world that goes on without you, he hisses in those moments, each word gross and seething.
But then there are times when Knox wakes and cannot bear to be the sun. Those times he understands. Those times, he covers himself in the magic of shadow, too.
Now, though, he isn't anything. Knox disappears, fading into his own memories and taking unhealthy delight in them. He shouldn't dwell, he shouldn't live in the past, but there... well, in the past, she is alive. It's an easier reality for him to face, even if it doesn't truly exist anymore.
Roanne keeps an internal eye on his descendant, but is alert in all other senses. A short lifetime of living hindered has not been forgotten, and he turns his attention to what his ears and nose can pick up. He doesn't miss it, when she arrives. After all, she's hard to miss.
Softly, the Sentinel smiles.
Though he doesn't know the meaning of Hubris' whistle, but he's pleased to hear that the dragon is with her and doesn't hesitate to put forth a greeting. He turns to face the direction of the sound and snorts, flaring the nostrils that Hubris held so gently when they first and last met.
"Hubrus, it is gud tuh see yuh," the Sentinel says as he takes a smooth step forward. His gold eyes blink slowly and he waits a few moments more before addressing the mare that he scents and half-sees in the light.
"I wus hoping yuh would find me hur, Mountunn," Roanne adds after another breath of quiet. He is careful with his words--careful to credit her with finding him, rather than suggest he was finding her. After all, he hoped to highlight her talents rather than his own. He didn't question his own skill, and he was already using it for good.
"Speak"
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