The Tempest scion was in the midst of laughter before he realized that the little rat thing had turned from an animal into a little girl, naked and exposed to the sun, staring at both Tydus and Kel, primarily the latter with fearful-looking eyes. The Svefra was, first and foremost, astonished by the ordeal, his impression that the being was some sort of magical creature was correct, but he had no idea that it was going to look human. He had expected some sort of magical creature with intelligence, or some kind of special rat with the powers of communication. Nowhere in the world did he expect that it would be a human. Was it a mage? Was that ability magic? In this Spring alone, he had found a woman capable of freezing water with a simple thought, another capable of closing wounds and healing the body with a touch.
He thought of Caelum, who shifted forms as Syna and Leth made their walks about the sky. This seemed closest to that, but still, the Tempest was unsure. But, it seemed that he wasn't the only one. He expected Kel to voice some kind of wild display of shock, almost comical in its severity as it had been when the rat thing had shed fur into his ale. But, this was different. Kel was different. Rather than communicate his feelings out into the world and display public, eccentric shock as he did when he and Jenkins were on their comical roll, he remained silence. His gaze turned sullen, his posture changed, and the Tempest could see the change in his demeanor. The other Svefra was acting strangely, gone from his mind was the usual carefree persona, or the overly vicious personality that bordered on the obscene.
The beast was unleashed. The savage monster that settled within Kel set itself upon his features, his eyes widening in a fervent, horrible display of pure discontent. Tydus watched as his podbrother reached for the blade that was ordinarily at his back, noting that he intended to destroy the little girl, a scowl materializing upon his features at the Svefra's inability to practice self-control. The Tempest moved forward with his podbrother before he reached out to him, intent on looping his arms underneath the elder's Svefra's shoulders. If he succeeded, he would press against the man's back in a grapple. He hoped to catch Kel by surprise, and if it succeeded, there was no way he would be able to keep the motion on for long, but he had to try regardless. Tydus intended to slam his foot into Kel's calf, his plan to temporarily cripple the elder Svefra, who he hoped was distracted in the course of the ordeal. If not, then Tydus was likely in for a huge amount of pain. Kel was not someone to petch with.
Tydus mustered his djed, tapping into the weave of his soul's energy as he shrouded it about him as an aura. Kel, if he was caught in his grip, was more than within range. The aura swept into his touch and wove into his words as he spoke out to Kel in Fratava, his words almost a whisper, but clearly audible in their proximity.
"Stop! She's more useful to us alive, Kel! Think about it, a living, breathing, shapechanging slave? We could sell it off when we get there and make it suffer in the mean time by not feeding it more than it needs to survive!
His words were woven with an emotional response, intent on pressing calm into the elder's Svefra mind as he also wove a suggestion into his words, using the division between sentences as his means of infusing his magic.
Listen to him. He's right. She deserves to suffer. Not a quick, meaningless death. A life of slavery is surely a better punishment.
He thought of Caelum, who shifted forms as Syna and Leth made their walks about the sky. This seemed closest to that, but still, the Tempest was unsure. But, it seemed that he wasn't the only one. He expected Kel to voice some kind of wild display of shock, almost comical in its severity as it had been when the rat thing had shed fur into his ale. But, this was different. Kel was different. Rather than communicate his feelings out into the world and display public, eccentric shock as he did when he and Jenkins were on their comical roll, he remained silence. His gaze turned sullen, his posture changed, and the Tempest could see the change in his demeanor. The other Svefra was acting strangely, gone from his mind was the usual carefree persona, or the overly vicious personality that bordered on the obscene.
The beast was unleashed. The savage monster that settled within Kel set itself upon his features, his eyes widening in a fervent, horrible display of pure discontent. Tydus watched as his podbrother reached for the blade that was ordinarily at his back, noting that he intended to destroy the little girl, a scowl materializing upon his features at the Svefra's inability to practice self-control. The Tempest moved forward with his podbrother before he reached out to him, intent on looping his arms underneath the elder's Svefra's shoulders. If he succeeded, he would press against the man's back in a grapple. He hoped to catch Kel by surprise, and if it succeeded, there was no way he would be able to keep the motion on for long, but he had to try regardless. Tydus intended to slam his foot into Kel's calf, his plan to temporarily cripple the elder Svefra, who he hoped was distracted in the course of the ordeal. If not, then Tydus was likely in for a huge amount of pain. Kel was not someone to petch with.
Tydus mustered his djed, tapping into the weave of his soul's energy as he shrouded it about him as an aura. Kel, if he was caught in his grip, was more than within range. The aura swept into his touch and wove into his words as he spoke out to Kel in Fratava, his words almost a whisper, but clearly audible in their proximity.
"Stop! She's more useful to us alive, Kel! Think about it, a living, breathing, shapechanging slave? We could sell it off when we get there and make it suffer in the mean time by not feeding it more than it needs to survive!
His words were woven with an emotional response, intent on pressing calm into the elder's Svefra mind as he also wove a suggestion into his words, using the division between sentences as his means of infusing his magic.
Listen to him. He's right. She deserves to suffer. Not a quick, meaningless death. A life of slavery is surely a better punishment.
