01-07-2010, 04:52 PM
He tried to ignore the words of his sister but his ears gave a slight twitch to her words as a glitter of amusement lingered in his eyes. He knew that Gabriel would not be pleased that DaVinci had managed to whisk one of his clan members out from under his nose in the dead of night but she had come willingly and there was little that the leader could do, until she returned at the least. DaVinci doubted that he would be returning, he knew his duty here was more important than that of the pack he’d helped to lead in their old territories. He couldn’t help the ghost of a smile that appeared on his lips though as he shook his head. He hadn’t been much of a leader, always in constant trouble with Inferni, the ways of Souls had always seemed a bit strange to him, after his stay in Eire. Now he wasn’t so certain if anything could pull him back… even though there was a constant ache in his heart at that thought alone.
Ignoring the painful reminder he spoke softly in the foreign tongue as he raised his hand to the mass below. ”Aye, that he won’t..” There was little else that could be said on the subject, Zana knew just as well as he did just what lay between the leader of Inferni and the once leader of Phoenix Valley. Now there was nothing as he was leagues away from the lands they’d resided in about to set out on their own adventure that would become the stuff of legends. He chuckled at the idea as he asked Zana, ”You ready to be made into history?” His words were soft as his feet brought them to the end of the plank and onto the sandy beaches of his far away home.
There were faces here that he hadn’t seen for ages, and though it took him some time to match two and two together soon enough he even found names to match faces. He couldn’t help but laugh as Clanian appeared before him, the warrior had once been the weakest child among the clan but time had been right fair to him and he’d shot up into a broad shouldered soft spoken warrior. There was Uegal who was still the ugliest brute DaVinci had ever laid eyes on but he knew that the warrior’s heart was soft and gentle. Other faces swam before him, Tierlin, Caitban, Nesmed, Camran, and even Mabh, but a star among the long missed faces show through as the sea grey eyes of Breidhe, met him over the masses, causing the words that lingered in his mouth to turn to sand and wither away.
He gave her a silent nod as he turned towards Zana to answer her last question. ”Firefly would have been my counselor and advisor if she’d returned with us, she is a priestess of sorts to our people. She’s one of the ollamh.” he said almost absently. He wasn’t sure who would stand beside him as an advisor in this time of need now, for there was really no face above the crowd that he knew to be off the ranks but he would let that worry him later. Turning his eyes back to the crowd he began to mingle with the people, Aisleran had said that they needed to know he was real, that he had returned to them and so he would play the part for now until there was time for other things.
Ignoring the painful reminder he spoke softly in the foreign tongue as he raised his hand to the mass below. ”Aye, that he won’t..” There was little else that could be said on the subject, Zana knew just as well as he did just what lay between the leader of Inferni and the once leader of Phoenix Valley. Now there was nothing as he was leagues away from the lands they’d resided in about to set out on their own adventure that would become the stuff of legends. He chuckled at the idea as he asked Zana, ”You ready to be made into history?” His words were soft as his feet brought them to the end of the plank and onto the sandy beaches of his far away home.
There were faces here that he hadn’t seen for ages, and though it took him some time to match two and two together soon enough he even found names to match faces. He couldn’t help but laugh as Clanian appeared before him, the warrior had once been the weakest child among the clan but time had been right fair to him and he’d shot up into a broad shouldered soft spoken warrior. There was Uegal who was still the ugliest brute DaVinci had ever laid eyes on but he knew that the warrior’s heart was soft and gentle. Other faces swam before him, Tierlin, Caitban, Nesmed, Camran, and even Mabh, but a star among the long missed faces show through as the sea grey eyes of Breidhe, met him over the masses, causing the words that lingered in his mouth to turn to sand and wither away.
He gave her a silent nod as he turned towards Zana to answer her last question. ”Firefly would have been my counselor and advisor if she’d returned with us, she is a priestess of sorts to our people. She’s one of the ollamh.” he said almost absently. He wasn’t sure who would stand beside him as an advisor in this time of need now, for there was really no face above the crowd that he knew to be off the ranks but he would let that worry him later. Turning his eyes back to the crowd he began to mingle with the people, Aisleran had said that they needed to know he was real, that he had returned to them and so he would play the part for now until there was time for other things.