03-23-2016, 05:50 PM
Blind Eye is neither who nor what the wolf expects. His astonishment and -- truthfully -- his doubt are both writ clear on his face. He takes up a position at Avery's right shoulder, side by side with Morgan, nodding when he is introduced. Belatedly, he realizes the gesture is wasted.
Note about his mother and her deeds surprises him. He doesn't even know much about ... all that. Makes him a touch uncomfortable too, as though suddenly now he would be expected to stand worthy of those legends.
While the Adren and the almost-Adren discuss Fire and Red Talons, he listens, furrow-browed. And leans toward Morgan. And -- low, intended mostly for Morgan, though he's certainly not trying to mask it from anyone -- he mutters, "What do Red Talons want with fire, anyway?"
Note about his mother and her deeds surprises him. He doesn't even know much about ... all that. Makes him a touch uncomfortable too, as though suddenly now he would be expected to stand worthy of those legends.
While the Adren and the almost-Adren discuss Fire and Red Talons, he listens, furrow-browed. And leans toward Morgan. And -- low, intended mostly for Morgan, though he's certainly not trying to mask it from anyone -- he mutters, "What do Red Talons want with fire, anyway?"
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.