@untried, vaelor & aurane ( cont. )
aurane takes a breath watching his younger brother ; so melancholy, but who wasn't, these days ? hands held behind his back as he walks slowly around vaelor's form, he looks beyond him to the city, to the storm clouds above. the firelight casts odd shadows about as he eventually leans beside him, hip against the cool stone of the railing.
" i do worry. " aurane points out. " as i always have. and mother does too, but -- about me, i am not certain. her efforts should be on aegon now. " the coronation is but in a few days, and while his twin has made clear he has no wish for the throne, the throne is what he is meant to have. " . . . and even if mother does, she worries about each of us in her own way. you are no less on her mind, nor mine. " he bumps solidly against vaelor's shoulder as thunder cracks above. syndor, aurane knows, will be agitated tomorrow, as he always is during a storm.
" you would tell me if something were the matter ? i will fix it, whatever it is. " the older prince straightens then, stretching. night has dragged on far too long, and he needs more wine before laying down, before the dreams drag him too far under to recover from properly.
