Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, it didn't take too long before he grew restless and tired of the outside world only to take recluse back inside the temple. Though it didn't appear that was a better option either, especially when what he assume was a cleaning staff stopped, sucked in a panicking breath and threw her cloth up into the air running away at the mere sight of him.
If he knew he had that much of an impact, perhaps he could go pushing his way into the council taking that mother of Casbael down more than a couple pegs. But he already knew there would be a flaw in that.
Dorian.
Gritting his teeth to the mere thought of that cretin; he furiously raked his fingers through the cusp of his crown. It was bad enough that yesterday that other demoil had attempted to sway Rhye with a slide of hands and quick tongue.
Giving his head a shake to dislodge the thoughts from his skull, the tapered ears that cut along his skull moved slightly to the sound of someone yelling, bringing about his attention to the fact that he managed to wander all the way down towards the main kitchen of the temple. Unlike Vena's, Echowinds had more than one, but this was the largest one. With how many floors had been built to this ancient once upon a time shire, it really wasn't that surprising.
Eyes lifted towards the lower vaulted ceiling taking in a careful consideration to the construction of such a immense structure, wondering how many years it took to get it to the specifications that it was. But that was promptly interrupted by the shuffling of quickened feet coming out from the arched doorway of the kitchen hall, the blue hair bouncing along with his hunt. His brow lifted wondering what sort of chaos the fellow was creating now, and without any supervision either.
Then again... where had he been the last few days. Ever since all this bubbling turmoil came to the surface, Destyn hadn't been in sight. At least not that he could remember, then again he was mostly half cocked out of his mind. If it wasn't for this damnable shackles he would easily still be balancing on the edge of reason and blood lust.
Tossing a glancing look over both shoulders as if he was looking to see if another was about to go and confront the hevanarchon, Grey huffed realizing that he might be the one to do such a thing.
Keeping his own steps light with having to actually extrude enough, he was cursing along the entire way wondering how on earth was he suppose to function with the simple abilities of just an ecchial. All his life there was the demoil bloodline running through his veins and even when Carmon took the dark pleasure of forcing him into the ecchial heritage; there was the constant reminder that eventually he would be allowed to return to his normal glory.
Sliding a cautious attention to that of the open doors of the kitchen hoping not to startle another woman or a gaggle of them, Grey hummed allowing his gaze to move from the kitchen, along the polished marbled floors and up to the pillar that some of the long brown hair and blue feathers were sticking out. He didn't think that the crussido girl was still around, that managed to surprise him.
Still... if she was here tagging along to Destyn and with his habits, it wouldn't take long before the hevanarchon corrupted the innocent girl. 'Can't have that now.' he thought to himself, listening to the turn of his boots allowing the heavy fall of the plated boots to echo through the hall this time about to give enough of a fear tactic to the pair of them.
Rubbing his hands together, Grey tilted his chin downwards while a palm opened to fall to the crown of Destyn's hair while he was intrigued in conversation with the crussido. Tussling the lad's hair, Grey side stepped with a backwards slide to cross his arms back over the broad chest, lowering a look to them both, to the plate they had and back to lock dead on the red eyes behind the frames. "Looks like you're adjusting well to living off Rhye's title." Grey stabbed a finger to the plate, "Don't you ever stop eating?"
Attempting to hold herself up while listening to the insistent babble that came streaming from her lips, it was amusing to her to see even that of Sparlas nodding off to his wife's rant. Nudging the elder man with a elbow, the blue gems that sparkled with a mischievous glint blinked wildly at her. Lifting a hand to rub his temple, it gave her some relief to see him in the same boat as her. The rarity that Sparlas would ever go against Scarlet was something one may have never seen. At least not in front of everyone, rather she could believe they had their exchange of heated words behind closed doors.
Her hands slapped down hard to the smooth surface of the table effectively causing them both to jump, snapping her heads up to look at the sizzling gaze of the angelli woman. "What did I just say!" She demanded dragging her nails against the grain of the table as she exchanged a worried look with Sparlas.
"Uh... something about Casbael honour?" she dared cautiously only to receive a murderous look that she was certain could have sent the Darkian running back to his hovel of a castle... wherever that was. "I wasn't listening!" Rhye admitted as she held out her hands in front of herself trying to keep anything Scarlet threw at her at bay.
"Well I should expect this sort of behavior from you Rhyden, you were always the wild card of this temple. Nay what do I know? I've only been commanding Casbael since Nojae! But don't take my word for it, cause you are the Vena Guardian and you know best!" she snapped stabbing a skinny finger at her time and time again.
"Are we starting this over again?" Rhye groaned flopping her forehead to thump on the table, "Can I be excused for this time?"
Clapping his hand to her shoulder, Sparlas was chuckling while Scarlet began to speak so quickly that it couldn't be deciphered; "My love I think we have only been speaking in circles about all this, it may do us all well to get on with the point." he chimed gently, the edge of anger never reflecting in his voice though she wasn't that excited to continue on with this one sided conversation. Actually this wasn't a conversation, that would require banter between two or more bodies. This... this was Scarlet speaking at her and telling her how many ways she screwed up. Sparlas was along for the ride due to his interference to spare a life that could be of more use alive then dead. Silly man, what did he know about life and death. He had only been one of the elite men of the Silver Order perfecting ways to use Echo magic to remedy common ailments and plagues that ran in mortal skin.
Slapping a hand to the flat of her chest, Scarlet scoffed openly; "This is a mockery of all that Casbael is! I gave the ruling to have his head torn from his body, you cannot sit there Sparlas so smugly thinking that three men's lives are worth his single one. And Rhyden; out of all the people to go defending that disgrace, you blatantly disobeyed my orders. What is worst, you convinced Dorian not to speak a word of it when that," she flicked her fingers towards the door- "Creature returned. Rather you managed to sneak through the temple seeking my husband's help only to temporary tame the beast. How many more lives must be at risk before you realize what the pair of you have done is tipping the scales into the favour of those bastard demoils. The scourge on our lands, a stain upon Flycoren rich tapestry!"
"And here we go again about the rich tapestry," Sparlas sighed turning to look at her. "I think I could use a coffee what about you?"
Making a face to the mere suggestion, Rhye shook her head as she lifted a finger to him; "Actually freedom may be better."
"Excuse me! I am not finished!" Scarlet bellowed as Sparlas pushed back his chair sliding it across the floor, dragging his hand to rest upon the back of her own. "Sparlas?"
"What is done is done. A guardian is capable of making their own decisions whether they follow the code laid out by Casbael is something entirely different. We have been crammed into this stuffy room for the majority of the morning my dear;" he motioned for her to stand up - the only man smart and stupid enough to go against Scarlet; "Grey has been quranitied for the time being and it will be up to Rhye now to decided whether or not he has the right to continue on with this path he is paving out with her guidance. I have faith in her ability otherwise Nero would have never chosen her a year ago. Us sitting here while you point out the fact that neither of us deemed it a worthy cause to tear that boy's life asunder is not making any validation to it. We can speak later but for the time being, we still have more pressing issues at hand."
Left speechless for the first time this morning, Rhye let out a deep sigh of relief; "Grey is the first person that we know of that hasn't been corrupted into a writhing creature of the abyss and still has a functional consciousness. Rather than fret and worry what could or could not come of the future by his own hands, we should continue on with learning as much as we can about this plague that is unlike anything we have seen. Now," Reaching over the bend of his prior chair to scoop up the carved staff from its resting place, Sparlas smile gingerly; "The alchmist should be arriving within this evening and we can start doing some research to see why Grey was not affected within the same way as all those other misfortunate people, and in turn his blood could have the answer to quarrel this taint working on our lands."
Leave it to Sparlas to answer all that needed to be addressed without once raising his voice to make the point that much more eager. Rather the poise he contained, it was no wonder why he was the consort to that of Scarlet, fire and water.
Tucking her hands impatiently under her breasts, Scarlet gave a dismissing wave. "We will speak more on the matter when we understand more of what is happening."
Stifling herself from dancing on the spot from being relieved, Sparlas gave her a wink only to usher her frantically to the door before the woman of white changed her mind.
When those doors closed behind, Rhye couldn't contain herself from hugging the elder man only to hear him chuckling to her and patting her head. "Sparlas thank you,"
"Think nothing of it, after how many years married to her, I know how to handle my wife with a diplomatic tone." he puffed out his chest a little, "And I was seriously getting tired of being pointed all, did I snore at all?" Sparlas suddenly looked worried to the fact that he had nodded off at a point creating a difficult challenge for her to lie and tease him that he had or just tell the truth. Sharing a warming laugh at his own expense, the butt of his staff tapped against the marbled floors as he laced a arm around the stretch of her back, clapping his hand to the opposite shoulder. "Anyways, shall we go see if we can find that chap and those other two that you have been toting around."
"Destyn and Dalia?" she had forgotten mostly about Dalia as she was more of a recent addition to their growing grouping, before she had to concede. There was still so little known about this woman that made her appearance only days prior here at this very temple without so much as an answer why. "How is Dorian doing anyways?"
Stretching a sucking breath, Sparlas rolled his jaw; "Bitter of course, the lad has never done well with defeat in any sense but with Grey honestly knocking him onto his hind end, it was a blow that has bruised his ego well. And having a strip torn off of him from Scarlet did little to help the healing of it." Sparlas tapped the end of her nose, "Have you not gotten that boy into enough trouble when you were an novice here?" he teased causing her to feigned innocence, "I'll handle him later. We may need to have him and Grey battle it out so he can at least feel like he had a noble defeat rather than a sad one."
"Yeah convince Grey of that especially when he has been reduced to the status of ecchial," she quoted with her fingers, "That was all I heard this morning in the ro- er I wonder where they had gone off too?" she laughed nervously only to receive the raised brow of question to how she was responding, "You're not going to tell Scarlet are you?"
Instantly he lifted his hands up defensively up in front of him; "I heard nothing, I know nothing, I seen nothing!"
"You're going to let me rot for that one, aren't you?"
"La la la!" Sparlas walked a few paces before her putting his hands over his ears, "Not listening!"
"Sparlas!"