Prisom just watched his sister, eyes carefully narrowed a moment, then he snapped his teeth suddenly and chomped off half the chocolate she was pushing against his mouth.
Slowly chewing, he only watched her for awhile.
Finally, he swallowed and then smirked at her. Pouring himself some wine he mentioned, "He wasn't the only one. I think I had to chase off two gawkers while you were grappled with her that first time. More would have come I am sure, had most of them not been Forsaken." He snorted and then reached down to pick up the letter he had seen. The would be Blood Knight Champion moved to open it with one hand as the other held his wine glass.
"You drop this?" he said, arching his brow in her direction.
Squeaking, Shenawyn pulled her hand back quickly as her twin's teeth snapped down on the chocolate, biting it in two. With a nervous laugh, she darted the other half of the sweet into her own mouth, abruptly dropping the coy expression and replacing it with one of feigned innocence. She knew enough not to push him too far.
Her eyes followed Prisom's form as he bent over the letter, picking it up to read it. She recognized the missive as one she'd received only this morning from the warlock she'd spoken to briefly at the moot. The other Sin'dorei had encouraged her when she had to stand in front of the assembled tribe, helping her get over her nervousness to speak. Shenawyn had written him this morning with her thanks, and he had replied.
"It's from Saevel. Can he come to Ashenvale with us?"
Prisom smiled as he read over the letter, eyes soaking it up almost like he did all written text. He always seemed like a starving man who had stumbled on a feast when words were written and in front of him. No matter what the context was, he would devour a book sometimes in one sitting.
Sipping his wine, he looked up at Shenawyn and smiled warmly.
"Of course he can come with us. But honestly, sister, next time befriend a priest, alright?" He grinned and then added simply, "He is right, by the way. You never give yourself enough credit. And never think I ever harbor the same views as" he raised the letter, "This one's sister. I know my sister is not only exceptionally talented, but has chosen an honorable calling."
He smiled and sipped his wine, regarding her over the rim of the glass.
Zahndrin opened his eyes as he felt the familiar weight of Lyrra's head against his leg. The earnest, attention-hungry look of his trusted cat friend always brought a smile to his face, and he reached to scratch her ears.
The gladelike expanse of the Netherseer lands spread out around the tree the two were relaxing in. Zahndrin's keen eyes scanned over a few dragonhawks lazily swimming by through the air a few lengths away, and a nearby young lynx, stalking them. All in order for the natural balance of Eversong. He'd managed to run off a few poachers the day before, so he tried to remain vigilant in his overseeing of the family acreage. The inexperienced feline launched a valiant pounce at its prey, but only caught a faceful of grass as it landed, having pounced nothing but air. Lyrra chuffed, watching the sight, and Zahndrin couldn't help sharing the chuckle.
Stretching, Zahndrin pushed the clingy nightsaber off so he could slip from the branch and land softly in the grass below, hefting his bow. Lyrra plopped down beside him, then immediately charged off after an offending squirrel with a roar of battle. Smirking and shaking his head, Zahndrin turned to wander back toward the main estate area, turning wide, looping paths to run his eyes over the landscape along the way.
His new job wasn't much different from his old lifestyle. He'd frequently traveled the wooded areas of Eversong nearby the rebuilding city of Silvermoon, watching and studying and keeping apprised of dangers. Now he was doing it for pay, overseeing the natural balance of the Netherseer family lands, prohibiting unauthorized hunting, and keeping an eye out for any unnatural elements, like the taint of the Ghostlands.
Striding from the edge of the woods toward the house, he debating in his mind about calling for a change in the patrol areas that he had Aedrin and Taylis, the two helpers that had been put under him, walking in his absence. They weren't very experienced in being unobtrusive, but a verifiable guardianship presence is what it is, regardless. They were more useful helping to care for the family's own prized mana wyrms and pedigree dragon whelpling pets. Zahndrin made a note to himself to see how Ronae was doing, and if that slight scale infection had been treated well, as per his instruction.
Lyrra exploded out of the brush and dashed up beside him, falling into pace like she'd been there all along. He smiled and patted her head as he came to the garden entrance he always used, close to his room. A small note there caught his eye, and he picked it up to read.
Zahn,
Come to brother's apartment.
Shen
"Straight and to the point," he chuckled, pocketing the note.
He shooed Lyrra off toward the woodlands again--he gathered the Netherseers still weren't comfortable with a nightsaber parading around the house--and went inside. Picking up a few belongings, and his pack, Zahndrin stepped outside and started walking toward Silvermoon proper. After another moment, Lyrra was there with him, as always.
Moments later, he approached the room Prisom had away from the estate, and after brusing off some trail dust, he knocked.
At the sound of the knock, Shenawyn broke her brother's gaze, looking toward the door. She knew her brother enjoyed visitors of all types to his apartment in Silvermoon. Often, they'd entertained new friends, even hosting informal gatherings with some of the tribe recently.
"Come in." Her voice rang out clearly. The naive young girl didn't give a second thought to any possible danger. After all, there were two guards posted just outside. Nobody could get past them, right?
Prisom also looked over his shoulder, smiling and wondering who was visiting him today. He was fairly certain it would be Zahndrin, but then again you never can be too careful when you assume.
The door opened, and Lyrra immediately snaked inside and sauntered over to flop on the nearby sitting pillows, as though she owned the place. Zahndrin stepped in after her, flipping a casual wave.
"Well met, you two. What news?"
Grinning, Shenawyn hopped down from the table, nearly disrupting her mostly-finished goblet of wine. Her eyes sparkled, whether from the arrival of the visitor, or the vintage, and she took a couple of steps forward, sliding the letter from her parents out of her pocket once more.
"Sinu a'manore, Zahn. Look what Father and Mother had to say about you."
Unfolding the parchment, she held it out to him, bouncing on her toes lightly.
Prisom grinned sideways at his sister, and thought perhaps he wouldn't mock her about suddenly appearing like a Nighter just at that moment. Instead, he watched for Zahndrin's reaction to reading the letter.
A small smirk was on his face as he sipped his wine, wondering perhaps what Zahndrin would think of their parents' compliment.
Raising an eyebrow, Zahndrin took the letter and scanned over it. His face remained unchanged as he read, and the room mostly silent, save for Lyrra's rather loud grooming. After a moment, he nodded, and handed the letter back.
"You must be rather peeved that your parents feel they have to speak on your behalf."
Blowing a strand of hair away from her face with an exasperated puff, Shenawayn smirked at her brother as if to say "See, I told you so."
"I'm sure they only want what's best for us, Zahn. Did you read what they said? That we made a good choice in hiring you on as the Games Warden Keeper, or whatever it's called. If only they could have seen you in Blackfathom, then they'd <i>really</i> be impressed."
Rambling on, the elven girl moved back to the table and turned over another glass, pouring it full of wine and offering it out to the hunter.
Prisom snorted softly at his sister's look, then waited for her to finish rambling. Finally, when she obviously had to pause to breathe, he took the opportunity to jump in and say, "Yes, Zahndrin, of course our parents would be even more impressed. In fact, since we barely scratched the surface of the Depths when we needed that item for my ranseur, we were thinking of heading back soon."
He swirled his wine glass and smiled, arching a brow as he asked, "Do you remember the warlock, Saevel, Zahn? Apparantly he might join us as well if we head out there. Sound good?"
Butting back in without giving Zahndrin an opportunity to reply, Shenawyn spoke over the last few words of her brothers, this time having taking a BIG breath beforehand.
"Yes, he said he would like to come with us. I wrote and thanked him for helping me out at the moot when I had to speak in front of everyone like that. I was really nervous and he told me I'd do just fine and Prisom said so, too. So I did, I guess. I mean, I think I did alright. When I wrote to Saevel, I told him we were looking for some others to come along on our adventures, which isn't <i>really</i> the truth because we've been doing just fine with the three of us, but I thought it would be nice if he could come too. He said something about his sister and spoke of her like she was gone or something, so it seemed like he could use the company, you know?"
She paused for a moment, then opened her mouth as if to speak again, but laughed instead and took a sip of her wine.
Prisom could only listen to the entire run on sentence like he was a helpless squirrel unable to escape the sound of Lyrra rushing up through the underbrush behind him.
He just blinked when she was done, shook his head, and sipped his wine. Of course, his smile was evident when she laughed, then he arched a brow and said quietly, "So I think that's settled there, what about YOU Zahn?"
Waving his hand, Zahndrin moved over to the pillows near Lyrra, and slumped down in a lazy recline.
"I'm fine with taking him along. We should be gracious members of the new tribe, and all."
He scratched the large cat's ears, and she slumped over to put her head in his lap.
"As for going back to Blackfathom, that's fine, too. I'm always interested in exploring new places."