#echionx

"Don't worry, I'll be sticking around but I'm returning to my original plan. Clearly, things go smoother for all of us when we stay out of each others' way." Hyperenor loved each of his brothers immensely and wanted nothing more than to stay united, but what did he get out of their last team up? No rivers of vamp blood and a grand possession. Without looking up from his taloned hand, carving rounds out of wood, he nods to the stack of ammunition he's already poured his own sweat into. "Let me work in peace, Echion. I don't want to hear about another stupid plan. I intend on living the rest of my days as myself only."

"Have you gotten around to trying brunch yet?" Isabella asks lightly as she opens the door and gestures him to walk inside. After the disarray of the war had begun to settled down, she had hurried to invite the spartoi to meet, her motives doubled by the gathering knowledge that the future that did not come to pass would have weighted heavily in all of the demigods. There is also the fact that she needs to ask him about what in the world are his brother's issues and why he has put the damn necklace on her. "I don't do it often, but I have to admit mimosas are rather delicious, even without any blood additives."

“I would ask if I want to know, but for now I think I do not,” Sariel decided after a long second that passed as she examined Echion thoroughly and nodded to herself once her perusal proved satisfactory. No physical harm, but considering how long the Spartoi had been otherwise occupied, that might not be all of it. “Have you been shown the sights? Do you have the mortal paperwork that implies you exist? Have you heard of Oztalun’s tragic passing?” The blur of questions fall from her lips, sarcasm staining the last one, even as a sparkle of delight enters her eyes. “You truly came by at an excellent time.”

"Did you enjoy the party? Or did it have too many vampires for your liking?" There is an edge of curiosity on her tone as she approaches the spartoi, entirely uncaring about the tension that should be held between the two of them. She is more than aware that she should feel something at his presence, now more than ever, but she can't bring herself to be afraid of Echion, despite it all. "I tried to find you there, but there were too many people for my usual snooping."