#{mhoirbheinn threads

[arcxnumvitae]

{ @thewolfisawake

It was a simple matter to push open the secret passageway that connected their rooms. He'd done it a hundred, a thousand times before. He likely spent more nights in Bal's room, in Bal's bed, than he had his own.

That fact was evident as he emerged into the king's chambers. It was subtle, but the evidence of his presence was interspersed throughout the area just as much as its owner's.

Mhoirbheinn wasn't sure how long he spent in Bal's room staring at their things, the fruits of their centuries spent together. After all these years, he'd known Bal longer than he'd been without him. Bal had been at his side longer than even his own mother.

Bal. His Bal. Or at least he'd thought so.

Mhoirbheinn didn't turn at the sound of the room's door opening behind him.

[arcxnumvitae]

@thewolfisawake continued from here

He spoke as if the existence of these beings were guaranteed, rather than yet another piece of the potential fiction woven together by their guest. They had spent centuries by each other's side, it was surprising to discover a topic Bal knew of that he himself was unaware.

"Have you dealt with a Fateweaver before? Why would they pose no threat?" When would Bal have even learned of them? "If these people do exist, I think there is some merit in assessing their potential danger to us. Or learning anything about them first actually." Their guest had done little more in the moment other than dropping the name without much more elaboration.