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"My apologies, Commander Dormus," came her terse reply. In all fairness, she understood the gravity that titles and honorifics held, particularly in the presence of subordinates, but the tone that Volantaris took did nothing to assuage her--as he so eloquently put it--'dangerously exploitable temper.
It was not a tone that she hadn't heard before. But as the sellsword had the misfortune of stepping into what was already a considerably heated situation taking place in Eyraille, her patience had long since worn thin, and she found herself running out of pleasantries and tolerance for the accusations made on her House--or, more specifically, her brother's name. A name that she was finding increasingly more difficult to protect...
"The situation that you have entered has already been explained," she began, tempering her urge to snap. "We are a weakened kingdom, Commander Dormus, both by the sudden death of its previous monarch, the damage of his reign, and, admittedly, the youth of its current ruler." There was no avoiding the prospect that Caris was, perhaps, too young for the responsibility; Vega was all too aware, as was reflected in her constant involvement in matters that should concern her brother, alone. "Forgive me for lack of a more mild temperament, but yes, you are correct: I haven't invested trust in you and yours, at least, not to the extent that you wish. Although I will remain optimistic that your assistance in preparation for this war will change that."
Squinting at the harsh, orange light of the setting sun, the Skyknight found herself quickly reevaluating guiding Volantaris and his party on this tour. He certainly took no issue with being 'frank', and she feared that, indeed, that very Sorde rage that unmistakably ran through her blood, might be ignited. But to turn her back now would only validate his accusation. And she needed to be the diplomat that Caris was not.
"The city's armory; I have no doubt you will find what you need, there" she indicated a stone edifice attached the to the Smith's up ahead, although otherwise appeared disinterested. "If understanding is what you seek, sir, then understand this: Eyraille is Caris' primary charge, for better or for worse. But Caris... he is my charge. As a brother, as Eyraille's monarch, and as a young man who is overwhelmed with a position that he never wanted. Forgive me my crassness, but I will defend him on any level, and at all costs. Because I am the only one who understands the position that he is in, and all that it entails."
It was not a tone that she hadn't heard before. But as the sellsword had the misfortune of stepping into what was already a considerably heated situation taking place in Eyraille, her patience had long since worn thin, and she found herself running out of pleasantries and tolerance for the accusations made on her House--or, more specifically, her brother's name. A name that she was finding increasingly more difficult to protect...
"The situation that you have entered has already been explained," she began, tempering her urge to snap. "We are a weakened kingdom, Commander Dormus, both by the sudden death of its previous monarch, the damage of his reign, and, admittedly, the youth of its current ruler." There was no avoiding the prospect that Caris was, perhaps, too young for the responsibility; Vega was all too aware, as was reflected in her constant involvement in matters that should concern her brother, alone. "Forgive me for lack of a more mild temperament, but yes, you are correct: I haven't invested trust in you and yours, at least, not to the extent that you wish. Although I will remain optimistic that your assistance in preparation for this war will change that."
Squinting at the harsh, orange light of the setting sun, the Skyknight found herself quickly reevaluating guiding Volantaris and his party on this tour. He certainly took no issue with being 'frank', and she feared that, indeed, that very Sorde rage that unmistakably ran through her blood, might be ignited. But to turn her back now would only validate his accusation. And she needed to be the diplomat that Caris was not.
"The city's armory; I have no doubt you will find what you need, there" she indicated a stone edifice attached the to the Smith's up ahead, although otherwise appeared disinterested. "If understanding is what you seek, sir, then understand this: Eyraille is Caris' primary charge, for better or for worse. But Caris... he is my charge. As a brother, as Eyraille's monarch, and as a young man who is overwhelmed with a position that he never wanted. Forgive me my crassness, but I will defend him on any level, and at all costs. Because I am the only one who understands the position that he is in, and all that it entails."