Tedros hadn't meant anything too negative in his phrasing of his question. Rikka had been one of his closest friends before their falling out, and he never even had too much against the more violent-prone Kaena Lykoi. It was purely the fact that he couldn't fathom another family taking his father's place as leader. Most of his memories were from that era, and it just seemed strange without him. A few years ago he would have been more concerned with his submissive state – especially after his previous question – but he simply looked to the ground. Ezekiel de le Poer was his name, but Tedros was pretty sure he was next generation. Rikka he remembered. Gabriel, too, but no “Ezekiel.” The kid sure had some impressive bloodline, but the name Massacre was unfamiliar to him. The young de le Poer asked the question Tedros had been fishing for, and so he took the bait. “I am,” he answered softly, letting his eyes rise again before continuing. “I'm Tedros Talik of the Mogotsi line.” He thought about explaining when he left, but figured it wasn't that important anyway. He was back now. There were so many questions running through his head and he wanted to ask them all, but he waited patiently instead. It wasn't his place, not yet. |
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