He shoots Festival an unimpressed look for his dramatic tone. "Wasn't the same, yours' understandable mine was selfish and bitter. That's not the point."
He shifts the image back to Rhyt's face and for a moment he wishes he could give it more color than the purple his simple illusions come in. He wishes he could show how blue her eyes are and how striking he always finds it compared to her red hair; the two major differences between them. But Festival's direct and indirect question both came back to her, in the end.
"This is Rhyt Sonom. My twin sister. She was still in the city when our enemies attacked and as the leader of it, she defended it to her death. I've got her back now with some help and some luck, but I know...for her I'd go to war with Zenethil in a heartbeat. They didn't just cause her death, they murdered her." And he was never good at being the forgiving sort.
His expression soft, he brought a hand up as though he could trace a thumb down her cheek, then pulls his hand back and fades out the image with a sigh. "On the other hand...war is terrible and I'm the head of a city that was largely evil until three years ago, if they burned it to the ground thinking that were still true, don't know that I could blame them...so a talk's needed." He looked over to Festival with a small smile. "Not everything's to be solved with fists in people's faces."
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He shoots Festival an unimpressed look for his dramatic tone. "Wasn't the same, yours' understandable mine was selfish and bitter. That's not the point."
He shifts the image back to Rhyt's face and for a moment he wishes he could give it more color than the purple his simple illusions come in. He wishes he could show how blue her eyes are and how striking he always finds it compared to her red hair; the two major differences between them. But Festival's direct and indirect question both came back to her, in the end.
"This is Rhyt Sonom. My twin sister. She was still in the city when our enemies attacked and as the leader of it, she defended it to her death. I've got her back now with some help and some luck, but I know...for her I'd go to war with Zenethil in a heartbeat. They didn't just cause her death, they murdered her." And he was never good at being the forgiving sort.
His expression soft, he brought a hand up as though he could trace a thumb down her cheek, then pulls his hand back and fades out the image with a sigh. "On the other hand...war is terrible and I'm the head of a city that was largely evil until three years ago, if they burned it to the ground thinking that were still true, don't know that I could blame them...so a talk's needed." He looked over to Festival with a small smile. "Not everything's to be solved with fists in people's faces."