[ He’s braced for them to argue with him - because when don’t they? - so he’s more than a little relieved when Claude withdraws with a drawn sigh and a scrape of fingers through his dark hair. He turns to glance back at Hilda, meeting her gaze, because he hasn’t missed her silence throughout this.
He’s about to open his mouth to ask, when a new voice joins the chorus of caws, interrupting his brother’s hate-filled taunts. It’s only the way Claude goes suddenly still at his side that has his head jerking back in his direction.
Khalid, the creature taunts, and Claude gives away more in his still blankness than he ever could in emotional reaction. Sylvain has no idea what that means - or who, maybe? - but he can tell it has instantly turned Claude as uncomfortable as he’d been moments before. The birds seem to sense it, too, more of them picking up on the taunt now as the name rings out like a chant from the trees around them.
Khalid, Khalid, Khalid…
Who the fuck was Khalid?
He bites the question back, however - for the moment, at least, even as he turns and starts to trudge towards the tree he’d first spotted the glow from, before the crows had interrupted them. ]
This way. Let’s get these collected and get out of here, before they get more creative.
[ He’s pretty sure neither of them are going to argue with him on that. But he does cast a worried glance to the side, first to Claude, and then back to meet Hilda’s gaze, a silent question lurking in his eyes. ]
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He’s about to open his mouth to ask, when a new voice joins the chorus of caws, interrupting his brother’s hate-filled taunts. It’s only the way Claude goes suddenly still at his side that has his head jerking back in his direction.
Khalid, the creature taunts, and Claude gives away more in his still blankness than he ever could in emotional reaction. Sylvain has no idea what that means - or who, maybe? - but he can tell it has instantly turned Claude as uncomfortable as he’d been moments before. The birds seem to sense it, too, more of them picking up on the taunt now as the name rings out like a chant from the trees around them.
Khalid, Khalid, Khalid…
Who the fuck was Khalid?
He bites the question back, however - for the moment, at least, even as he turns and starts to trudge towards the tree he’d first spotted the glow from, before the crows had interrupted them. ]
This way. Let’s get these collected and get out of here, before they get more creative.
[ He’s pretty sure neither of them are going to argue with him on that. But he does cast a worried glance to the side, first to Claude, and then back to meet Hilda’s gaze, a silent question lurking in his eyes. ]