amulets. Breandan had been fierce during his fight with Devlin, and though I had made a nuisance of myself, I was aware that had I not intervened Breandan would have died. The more I looked back on what had happened, I saw that Devlin had a plan and Breandan would have been in the way, something he couldn t afford.
I had considered Devlin evil, at one point, an impression not dissuaded by Breandan and my Elder, but it was clear he d been forming a plan of action to deal with Cael whilst dealing with Lochlann s ill-timed rebellion. I felt guilt over my part in Devlin s fall from grace, but I did not assume responsibility for his demise, and nor could I say the world was a darker place without him. It had been explained to me that the rebels felt Devlin was leading the Tribe down a destructive path. Instead of reaching out to other demonkinds, he had scorned them, even attacked them. When I had visited Byron s Pride there was damage from Devlin s rule, evidence he had lost it a little, but it had been repairable. How would things be now if the vampires hadn t gotten hold of Devlin? Would we now flock to him for answers since he would have had the grimoire?
Maybe that s what evil was, those who were misunderstood and pushed to do something extreme to bring about their beliefs.
Even Cleric Tu hadn t been truly been evil. The methods he s used to get what he wanted, and his actions towards demonkind had been. With some perspective, I could see he d been out of his mind with worry. He wanted to protect the human race, his own future, and had taken it to an extreme.
Rae, Gunarr has given his oath and he cannot break it. Put it out of your mind, love. Focus on what you will say when we reach the Wyld. A Meet would have been called and you will have to speak your mind, and convince them to follow your plan.
I have a plan?
Breandan groaned, and dropped his head to my shoulder.
We made good time once the sun set and Daphne woke. Before we moved on, I had tried to coax her up the tree for a climb, but after cursing me in a rather colorful manner, she explained she hated heights, and would rather risk facing the sun than climbing one.
Gunarr and Daphne avoided and ignored each other. She didn t look at him, and he didn t look at her there was peace. When they did accidently catch each other s eye the hostility between them flared instantly.
I could understand the animosity the last time they met they had tried to kill each other.
Gunarr often had a look of mild frustration and distaste pass over his expression and Daphne often looked smug. Gathering what I could from Breandan s interpretation of their situation, since Gunarr had run from the fight in vampire territory, he felt a need to fight Daphne to regain his honor. Daphne felt like she was better than him because he had run from her.
It was all silly in my opinion, and the few times they did clash, a short word from Breandan ceased Gunarr s hissing. Daphne was more difficult to quell, she didn t stop snarling until Gunarr was out of sight.
This worked well enough for me, since I had trouble looking Gunarr in the face without wanting to punch it, or when I was feeling more curious than angry, grabbing it in my hands and feeling the texture of his skin. It was papery thin and the colour of grass. It looked as if it would be slick if I ran a finger over it.
The fairy Knight was well aware of my nervousness around him, and accepted the job of scouting ahead. He was silent as a shadow when he wanted to be, and I could see why Devlin had kept him close.
The closer to the Wall we came, the more on guard and antsy Breandan became. He hovered, and would kiss me or touch me to reassure himself I was okay. Despite my treatment at the hands of the Clerics, I felt fine the closer we got. The land behind the Wall had been my home since before I could remember.
Daphne was curious, and sniffing the air a lot. She explained
I had considered Devlin evil, at one point, an impression not dissuaded by Breandan and my Elder, but it was clear he d been forming a plan of action to deal with Cael whilst dealing with Lochlann s ill-timed rebellion. I felt guilt over my part in Devlin s fall from grace, but I did not assume responsibility for his demise, and nor could I say the world was a darker place without him. It had been explained to me that the rebels felt Devlin was leading the Tribe down a destructive path. Instead of reaching out to other demonkinds, he had scorned them, even attacked them. When I had visited Byron s Pride there was damage from Devlin s rule, evidence he had lost it a little, but it had been repairable. How would things be now if the vampires hadn t gotten hold of Devlin? Would we now flock to him for answers since he would have had the grimoire?
Maybe that s what evil was, those who were misunderstood and pushed to do something extreme to bring about their beliefs.
Even Cleric Tu hadn t been truly been evil. The methods he s used to get what he wanted, and his actions towards demonkind had been. With some perspective, I could see he d been out of his mind with worry. He wanted to protect the human race, his own future, and had taken it to an extreme.
Rae, Gunarr has given his oath and he cannot break it. Put it out of your mind, love. Focus on what you will say when we reach the Wyld. A Meet would have been called and you will have to speak your mind, and convince them to follow your plan.
I have a plan?
Breandan groaned, and dropped his head to my shoulder.
We made good time once the sun set and Daphne woke. Before we moved on, I had tried to coax her up the tree for a climb, but after cursing me in a rather colorful manner, she explained she hated heights, and would rather risk facing the sun than climbing one.
Gunarr and Daphne avoided and ignored each other. She didn t look at him, and he didn t look at her there was peace. When they did accidently catch each other s eye the hostility between them flared instantly.
I could understand the animosity the last time they met they had tried to kill each other.
Gunarr often had a look of mild frustration and distaste pass over his expression and Daphne often looked smug. Gathering what I could from Breandan s interpretation of their situation, since Gunarr had run from the fight in vampire territory, he felt a need to fight Daphne to regain his honor. Daphne felt like she was better than him because he had run from her.
It was all silly in my opinion, and the few times they did clash, a short word from Breandan ceased Gunarr s hissing. Daphne was more difficult to quell, she didn t stop snarling until Gunarr was out of sight.
This worked well enough for me, since I had trouble looking Gunarr in the face without wanting to punch it, or when I was feeling more curious than angry, grabbing it in my hands and feeling the texture of his skin. It was papery thin and the colour of grass. It looked as if it would be slick if I ran a finger over it.
The fairy Knight was well aware of my nervousness around him, and accepted the job of scouting ahead. He was silent as a shadow when he wanted to be, and I could see why Devlin had kept him close.
The closer to the Wall we came, the more on guard and antsy Breandan became. He hovered, and would kiss me or touch me to reassure himself I was okay. Despite my treatment at the hands of the Clerics, I felt fine the closer we got. The land behind the Wall had been my home since before I could remember.
Daphne was curious, and sniffing the air a lot. She explained
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