Cold steel had replaced the heart of the silver stallion. No trace was to be seen of grief or anguish in the hard eyes that stared down upon the children, no patience for indulgence or failure to comply. Only a faint whimper from the throat of the little dragon betrayed that they weren't unfeeling towards the young cob and his grief; it was just that there was no time to feel right now.
Gilded orbs threw a stern glance at the grullo filly as she snapped at him, almost brusquely shrugging off her hard words. "He can cry later" the glazier retorted, "or would you prefer to wait with passing on vital information to the WeyrLeaders and the rest of the Qian until it's too late? I thought you were supposed to be intelligent Kimber, not someone to give in so easily to emotion."
With a snort Lace turned away from her, disregarding further attempts to discussion to instead listen for the words that croaked forth through the lips of the crying paint. The information he passed on fit like a key in a lock, and almost as soon as the name registered in the mind of the white-maned steed he backed off with a sharp snort, ears ticked back in an expression of pure loathing.
He knew it. Despite his best efforts to remain fair and listen for evidence before jumping to conclusions, this piece of knowledge finally tipped the scale if his patience. Aurora Basin. Again. Did they never tire of these jabs at the Qian, would they never learn to accept their defeat and stick to that cold valley far up north?
They had gone much too far this time, and as sorrow and denial and rage merged together the legs of the black-masked equine began to move.
"Come on Aaron, Kimber. It's no good lying here, we need to get moving. For all we know this might be the prelude to a declaration of war, and I'd rather loose my tail than sit around waiting for it to happen."
Steely determination forced him to move on, a grim face discouraging questions as Lace began to walk through the dense forest, heading towards the Shrine where the large meetings usually took place. This was something everyone should know about, and he'd make sure that no one would remain ignorant. He would apologize to his young friend later - later, when his heart wasn't breaking for the golden girl that had been his friend for so many years.
[ooc: Lace out, going to gather the meeting.]
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[O] Too Much Unwelcome News [Aaron, Lace]
