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Rhoa
"Aelin is my baby sister" I said through a smile. I felt better knowing that she would be with Ranjiri, even if she was with Bucephalus. Something about him always rubbed me the wrong way ... but, as our former Chancellor and our now-sleuth, I kept my opinions firmly to myself. Still, I was happy to know Aelin wouldn't be left alone with him. As she mentions that her partner didn't show, I half-shrugged. As a Prince I should probably care more .. should report the information back to Father or Ampere but... I just don't care. Why do we even patrol? No one can even get to us now that we are an island, so what is the point of wandering Helovia? If there is a threat, why send teams of 3 to tackle it? Why not stay on our sands away from trouble? I merely shrug and nod understandingly rather than voicing any of these thoughts.
I bit my lip. I wanted to regret bringing Hototo up, but of course I couldn't do that. I owed her an apology - my condolences. I didn't have my brother murdered by someone I knew, but for a long time I thought Ivezho was dead. It felt like a knife right in my gut anytime I even saw burning embers, because it reminded me of him. I knew it couldn't be easy for Ranjiri, but I also knew that pretending nothing had happened wouldn't make it go away. "I know it isn't the same - but I thought my twin was dead for a while. My soul felt like it was freezing anyone even said his name, only to be replaced by a fire burning with the unfairness of it all. He's back home now, and I know Hototo isn't but ... " I trail off. Where was I going with this? I had started out meaning to be comforting, but somehow I ended with my brother is alive and yours isn't.
I sigh, closing my sea-green gaze for a moment to collect my thoughts. I extended an emberged wing towards her should, and smile, trying to find her gaze. My apologies and best wishes aren't going to fix anything. But maybe letting her know that I care will help.
"So.." I mumble, trying to lighten the mood as I retract my wing. "Aristan. What are you going to be building? Do you know yet?" Then, with real interest I asked: "Have you used the magic yet? Is it hard?"
