Gazimon X
Ye know the Law. Look well, O Wolves!
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- Although he had witnessed the young-looking lad in a moment of ( what many would consider ) weakness, the wolf decided not to raise the issue. He saw the effort that the boy made to controlling himself and his emotions in light of his predicament, that his leader had led them into a castle of their enemy, and so Tiberius decided to honour the effort. Perhaps he was even a little jealous. There had been such a time where he was inundated with similar emotions, a sense of belonging, hope and despair… now he could only mimic such emotions, to a degree which frightened even himself. An apologetic and gentlemanly smile graced the old man’s features as he inclined his head in thanks to Phillip for ‘releasing’ the boy from his side. That the lad was meant to remain on a visual leash was understandable given the context of the group’s opposing loyalties, but it did not irk him any less.
He turned, moving some distance from the fey and expecting the young faun-like boy to read his body language and join him. He had identified the lady as a source of magic and any closer would make his breast itch with the way his medallion was trembling with silent rage. ”You remember!” Tiberius remarked, sounding surprised and pleased at the same time, as if Basil had done him a great honour simply by remembering his face. After all, it had seemed like so long ago and the lone wolf himself would not have done the fawn the same honour of such recognition if he had not overheard the recent debacle of slipped self-control. They passed a face with familiar features and though the wolf did not slow, a pained word flitted through his mind. Ahadi… Just as it came, he allowed the remembrance to slip away, storing the knowledge at the back of his mind. The party would last hours and he probably couldn’t entertain the lad for even one.
Tiberius paused near a waitress who was carrying a tray of drinks, a brief look at Basil silently enquiring if he would like a cup to wet his throat (or perhaps to even drown his sorrows and distract himself). ”I’m glad you remember. At my age everything seems so… distant. Alas I find myself lacking your fine senses young man. I am Tiberius Akelā, an acquaintance of your father.” The grey man cast his gaze aside for a moment, sounding solemn and weary as he admitted, ”I’ll not dare to call myself a friend of his… I’ve only known of his passing a few weeks back. My apologies...”
The young Tennesley definitely had some of Sage’s features. Tiberius had visited them several years back to celebrate the prince’s fiftieth year then, but he hadn’t stayed long to realize the turmoil going on between Ahadi’s descendents; an oversight on his part but the Order’s dealings had taken priority then. ”You are…? The youngest?” Tiberius narrowed his eyes as he searched his memories, then fixed a firm stare on the young rebel, intending to treat the teenager as an equal unless his behaviour demanded otherwise. ”Please, I implore, tell me what happened.” Tiberius had dropped his question to a low murmur, knowing that such information would be considered sensitive due to their current location. Nevertheless, he needed to know what had become of the noble lord. Perhaps it was subconscious, but slowly and surely, the wolf had started strolling in the direction of the gardens, away from the crowd lingering in the warmth behind the thick walls, curtains and tapestries.
’Did he die an honourable death?’ Was what Akelā wished to ask, but the times had changed and he did not know if he could fault the prince of the forest had the man attempted to bargain for his family’s life.
