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The smile was gentle as she said he was being too positive - as if he could truly see her rejecting the potential of those who had come to Dawnbreak. Of course there was a great amount of risk too - they could of course come to be like Kuhn. They could betray the family that had taken them in, they could reject the concepts and bonds of what Dawnbreak was at it's core. I guess we can see which one of us ends up right about them, hm? It was playful, not meant to rile her at all, and regardless of how things turned out there would still be those who were family.

It was easy - like slipping on a comfortable robe - to sink down before her, and let her step on him. His tail was still swaying behind him, golden eyes keenly watching. He was glad that while it was harder for him to get around with the heavy scarring across his shoulder, that it hadn't touched his face. Tiberius might have been able to pull off his mangled appearance, but Vidarr was a touch vain. Still, from his place, he felt her weight settle upon him and had to chuckle. The dark rumble of his laughter grew as she climbed off him. I should have been better prepared - how could I not have brought you tribute to show contrition.

And then came her edict - that he had to complete tasks to prove his worth. Vidarr stayed where he was, chest to the ground, relaxed against the borders. Whatever you ask, I will do what Dawnbreak needs of me. He promised. While he was being a bit theatrical in his delivery, he was sincere - he did mean it. He was always happy to prove his loyalty and support.

[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

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Well, Vidarr certainly seemed relaxed, reclining upon the border like he owned the place. Euphemia watched him as he snarkily retorted, happy that he was not in a rush to cross over and re-assimilate to life within Dawnbreak. Honestly, Phia wasn't entirely certain if she needed to call for her sisters to gaze upon Vidarr and formally accept him back into their ranks. She supposed, quite readily, that the answer was no. Once a founding member of Dawnbreak, always a founding member of Dawnbreak – right?

Plus, the maiden couldn’t imagine a scenario in the world where they turned him away and made him an outcast; especially not when he looked so adorable and at-ease upon the borders, as if he had never left them.

He had taken her bait, inquiring what tasks might be required of him. If she was going to make the judgement call that Vidarr be allowed over the borders and back within their ranks, the very least she could do was inform Aurelia, Tiberii and Genghis as the council heads. However, who said she had to do it herself? It would be way more efficient for Vidarr to steward the news himself, veiled in the disguise of silly, pointless tasks.

Was everyone as bored as she was, and in need of some self-imposed form of entertainment?

The sprite nodded astutely, readily accepting his willingness to obey. To honor the pillars, you must… she narrowed her gaze, sunset eyes aflame, visibly doubting if he was up to the task. You must present a fish to Tiberii, to fuel her endless sparring, Euphemia bade him with a bubbly giggle, believing catching a slippery river fish to be a difficult task for the burly northern, You must gift Aurelia a luxurious day off, she suggested next, knowing this to be a bit of a deprecating suggestion for her anxiety-laden twin who clearly suffered under the weight of her responsibility, but Euphemia knew it was very necessary and long overdue. and for Genghis, you must suffer through one of his brief-yet-verbose sermons on duty and stoicism. Phia easily realized that one did not play games with Genghis, so why not flatter him truly?

Until then, it’s the rocks for you.

The maiden smiled charmingly, not wanting to break character, but in thinking about who should be informed of Vidarr’s return, she couldn’t help but think of Tiberius. Vidarr and Tiberius had been like brothers, had they not? Certainly, he would be devastated to hear of his absence, just as they all were – but over time, with her father's many appearances and disappearances and carrying the scent of other women whenever he did return – well, when he had stopped showing up, she had stopped missing him.

Euphemia swallowed, clearly having lost the joie de vivre of the moments prior. You know, Da… she started, unsure what to say about it exactly. We haven’t seen him for a while. her gaze probed his softly, looking for a reaction.

I’m sure he’s off, doing something, she assured him softly, the tip of her tail twitching. somewhere. It was clear that Euphemia, who was never able to hide her emotions, didn’t even believe herself.

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