Carmine knew his spread wings were more of a target than anything, but it was a chance he was willing to take in order to shield his younger brother from any arrows these idiots might have. “That’s right,” He snarled to their retreating faces. “Back away. You know better than to even think of touching him...” carmine’s hammer hung at his side, held in his left hand as the axe part glinted by his head. “While I’d live the chance to wet my blade with your blood, I’d rather not in front of my brother. You’re lucky... Now shoo, before I change my mind! Next time I won’t be so merciful!”  Once the Hylians had fled, the winged male urned to his brother, folding the feathered appendages. “They didn’t hurt you, did they Twi?” The older shade asked as he stepped forward to look his brother over. “What are you doing out here, anyway? It’s still light out...”

Carmine paused for a moment with a frown. “The grey mages, huh?” He growled softly. They rarely did things like this without a catch. “Did they say how long the wings would last?” As he spoke, Carmine, circled Twilight slowly, looking the appendages over. “Well, they look stong at least. I doubt you’ll be able to fly right away with them, but the sooner we start practicing, the sooner you’ll be soaring the skies with me.  Carefully, Carmine started packing up his work. It wouldn’t do for all of his figuring and planning to get messed up by a monster carelessly knocking over his inkwell or tearing some of the parchment. “I’d say the best place to start you out in the weapons room. It’s tall enough for you to fly, but without any wind to knock you off course. Plus rafters to jump from for landing practice.”

Wings spread as Carmine stepped around his brother to put him out of harm’s way. Carmine didn’t even draw a weapon. “...You know better...” He spat, eyes flicking to the closest bokoblin as blood spurted from it’s mouth and nose, then collapsed onto the ground. A trick Carmine didn’t use often, for it used a hell of a lot of energy, but he collapsed the beast’s lungs from the inside using the shadows within it. He couldn’t do it with creature more powerful than a bokoblin. Maybe a normal human if he put serious effort into it. “Well? Why are you all just standing there?” He snarled. “Do you want to die too? I’m sure my brother and I could use you as target practice...” And with that, he lit one finger on fire. 

™ - for my muse to become jealous of the attention your muse is giving someone else @4-s-shadowlink Carminse narrowed his eyes at his brothers from down the hall. They were laughing, having such a grand time without him... lately, Carmine had felt that Twilight would ather spend time with Kutsu instead of him, and quite frankly... That hurt. Wasn’t Carmine the one that brought the brat here? Wasn’t Twilight made to keep him company? Still, he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt them, and instead left for the library. There, he would distract himself like he always did; by reading and escaping into the world of a fantasy.

Carmine fidgeted a little bit, chewing on his lip. “...Hey... Twilight...?” He asked, unable to look over at his brother. “...Am I... Am I a good big brother...?”

“It counts for everyone.” He grumbled. Carmine was reluctant to explain exactly what had happened, that he’d angered Vaati enough for their Master to decide that since he needed new quills, Carmine’s feathers would make excellent materials for them. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, Twi. “ he mumbled, resting his head on his arms at the back of the chair. “Just master getting pissy with me, is all...”

“I know it was...” Carmine said softly. “I just don’t know what’s gotten into Master...” He sighed. “I’ll be back in a moment, let me see what I can bring you. With that, he sunk into the shadows for the kitchen.  When he returned, Carmine held a simple meal of bread, some baked cucco, and mixed veggied. He also held a bottle of water. “Here ya go. Nothing fancy, but it’ll taste good enough.” He then handed it to his brother.

“Nothing happened...” Carmine muttered, injured wing painfully pinned against his back like nothing was wrong. “Just a bit... Stiff today.”