@moonvcils location: approaching house tethalune notes: a brief convo as they arrive, let me know if you'd like me to change anything.
What their sibling lacked, Byron had taken to compensating for. An inability to strike the killing blow was a heavy task, as bloodthirsty as their namesake was, the truth lived in a more liminal sphere of gray. Byron had no qualms with taking a life when it was purposeful and right, but a waste of life was a waste against what would inevitably be the true enemy. That which lurched about in the darkness, the shambling, unknowable that proliferated maddeningly at the peripheries of the Solkarith’s mind. There was a certain, tangible madness to Braxigar, but such was the way of those who dwelled so far from the light.
Within the greatest of the silver trees, House Tethalune of the Kal’Thera Coven had made their home. It was something worthy of inspiration, the beliefs of the Coven had a tangible aspect – the powers that were fading for all of them were held strongest by these pious. However, what Byron saw were gluttons sitting upon a hoard, if the Divine still existed, still cared, still bothered, then they’d abandoned the rest of the world to favour only a few. He didn’t believe for a moment that this was the case: for where an individual might turn away at the promise of power, an organization – a collective — a coven – never would.
There was a secret here, divinity be damned. “It is beautiful,” Byron remarked upon the great silver tree that would host them as the company approached. Approaching his younger sibling from his saddled position and tossing them a cursory, appraising look. Byron was never good at reading emotions, interpreting movements in battle was one thing, but the mind was another – even for those he should know well. Regardless, he would not see Luz as a casualty in this, in any form, capable as they were. “It is understandable how it might… Inspire.” Dry.