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<333 -victory dance- 700 POSTS!
Saul Lupus is by Alaine!
He thought perhaps he could feel Lilin tense in his palm as Miskunn's words reached her. He wasn't fully aware of Lilin's feelings regarding her mother though he understood that they'd fought when they'd been back in Hilsburn. He knew better than to pry and if Lilin wanted to talk to him about her feelings towards her mother and her apparent disinheritance, he would always be there to listen. She clearly understood her mother though and replied with tension to Miskunn's words. Saul remained silent for the moment, processing his belle's words. They both had questions for this apparent omniscient guru of all that was Stormbringer and Saul wouldn't interrupt whatever conversation the two might have from these comments.
Her next words were instead directed to him in answer to his previous question. It came as a shock that the information was provided, the relationship to one another revealed in an almost casual way. He still felt a zing of electricity racing up his body and he suddenly felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He still understood that these feelings he had for her were morally wrong, but there was something in the fact that they were only slightly related. They had no time to digest this information however as Miskunn delivered her warning. Saul hadn't grown up in the middle of this conflict and in fact, he hadn't been aware of this conflict until Niernan and Bran had showed up. His cousin had revealed his 'muddied' heritage along with the conflict that had been raging for years now.
They're here to kill us? He asked, hoping to clarify what she'd said. A younger, perhaps more childish part of him wanted to ask her why. They hadn't done anything to the Stormbringers- neither he or Lilin had ever been to Solbjorg. Of course, these questions would paint him as the picture of petulance so he kept his mouth shut. Do you know who they are? I mean, will you know that they are Dawnrunners when they turn up? He asked, green eyes connecting with sterling while his arm ached to pull Lilin closer and into something more protective. Logically there was no danger yet, but he was perhaps a little irrational when it came to her.
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