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Kirin
Elder Prince of the North
Karion, Northern Kingdom
Interacted: Hyunjae ( Hyelin ), Achillea ( Trappy ), Adrian ( Morzone ), Jericho ( Soma Schicksal )
Mentioned: Erlria ( Cosmos ), Angeline ( NightPhoenix )
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Of brothers and sisters, Kirin had only established such honorifics for the Silver Legion. Perhaps it was a certain longing to vicariously call upon his comrades in arms brothers and sisters, from whence he have yet to utter those names to his true kins - aside from Jericho. Upon Achillea's announcement of their arrival within the grand hall, Kirin's eyes met the prior's. Much attention was already given to them for so long, that the Elder Prince had grown tired of it. Yet, he did not chide the paladin, for she was only doing her duties, a testament of a faithful and honorable knight in his service. Many times before, Kirin had caught her yearning eyes, the very spark of wishful thoughts for home. Little words, among the expected formalities, were more than enough for the man to acknowledge her unspoken wish to go about her ways. Perhaps they would have to share words at a later time, should all is well. That was, until his brother broke the pause in between the armored quadruplets.
"Yes, some rest would be nice, truly nice. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind the Paladin by your side during those times though would you brother?"
Kirin's stern amber eyes met his brother's. He felt his daggered words stinging bite, warranted by his admonition of a remark. He remained silent throughout, lending an ear as to what his impetuous brother has to say. As Jericho went on about Achillea and his brother, the latter let out a slight sigh beneath his breath. The cold winter breeze was all but frigid, as compared to his familial pressing words.
"I…spoke too much…my apologies…" Jericho finally said, where the rest of his words faded into his own contemplation.
Kirin's gloves found its way upon his brother's hair. His seemingly firm grip turned out to be a gentle pet upon Jericho's head. Shuffling his younger brother's hair, with his eyes fixed on the boy, Kirin raised his voice.
"Fondness and affections are what separates us from the beasts of war, brother. For the souls that have wrought, and thought and toiled with me, some noble work may yet be accomplished. Nothing a good old reliable evening rest won't be able to fix." Kirin said nonchalantly.
While he did not directly address Jericho's clear affections for Achillea, Kirin had thought it to be wise to let his brother compose himself orderly. As he had learnt in the past, one could only be tested by their own thoughts and acts. Fleeting words can only go so far, even among families. On the other hand, the war had taken its toll on the Motherland, not by the scars that they had donned upon their attires and flesh, but of the mind. Doubts, grieves, wrath, and lust, these were the very thing that Kirin have had to wrestle with every single day, and he sees it in those around him as clear as day. As thus, he could only dissect the situation for them, as each man and woman are responsible for their own fate, and it was not his place to govern what is right or wrong for any individual. Such was his way, and such will be his way, for as long as he lives.
Directing his attention towards the two feminine figures before them, Kirin's petting gesture quickly transformed into a firm pat that found its impact upon Jericho's back.
"Such a slovenly expression won't do, brother. Now! Lift your chin, back straight, and eyes front! Forward, march!" Kirin cracked into his commandeering voice, as the four sallied forth to meet Hyunjae and her maid, of whom were already waiting for them. Given her white hair and fair skin, Kirin knew that she had to be his sister. The aloof demeanor in her eyes, as well as her refined axe. The maiden beside her, whose evident abdomen was surely a surprise for the man, of whom he has yet to be informed of. Given their close proximity in respect to each other, Kirin could only assume that the two were close. At least, closer than he was to Hyunjae and Angeline. Her dark, elegant hair and wide eyes upon the encroaching personnel in armor before her were more than warranted for.
Sashaying into the fray, Kirin felt his armor growing heavier with each steps. Even now, he has yet to conjure up words to deliver to his twin sister. The fresh aroma of perfumed carpet and Eastern-imported bouquets were more than enough to snap the man back into reality, as he found himself coming to a halt. Placing his right hand upon his chest, Kirin followed through with his usual formal conduct of greeting a lady. Slightly leaning forward for a bow, the man lowered his eyes, while his cheeks turned as red as snow bunny's on a wintry day.
"Sister..." he simply said, with a slight pause, before continuing.
"... No doubt, you have every right to reprimand my absence after all these years. The pain that Jericho and I have caused for you and Angeline, as the Elder Prince of the realm, I am willing to bear that responsibility. While we have not spoken much, I ask not for forgiveness, but a chance to make this family whole again." Kirin's eyes strayed from his sister's, fixed on the ground.
Kirin
Elder Prince of the North
Karion, Northern Kingdom
Interacted: Hyunjae ( Hyelin ), Achillea ( Trappy ), Adrian ( Morzone ), Jericho ( Soma Schicksal )
Mentioned: Erlria ( Cosmos ), Angeline ( NightPhoenix )
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Homecoming II
Of brothers and sisters, Kirin had only established such honorifics for the Silver Legion. Perhaps it was a certain longing to vicariously call upon his comrades in arms brothers and sisters, from whence he have yet to utter those names to his true kins - aside from Jericho. Upon Achillea's announcement of their arrival within the grand hall, Kirin's eyes met the prior's. Much attention was already given to them for so long, that the Elder Prince had grown tired of it. Yet, he did not chide the paladin, for she was only doing her duties, a testament of a faithful and honorable knight in his service. Many times before, Kirin had caught her yearning eyes, the very spark of wishful thoughts for home. Little words, among the expected formalities, were more than enough for the man to acknowledge her unspoken wish to go about her ways. Perhaps they would have to share words at a later time, should all is well. That was, until his brother broke the pause in between the armored quadruplets.
"Yes, some rest would be nice, truly nice. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind the Paladin by your side during those times though would you brother?"
Kirin's stern amber eyes met his brother's. He felt his daggered words stinging bite, warranted by his admonition of a remark. He remained silent throughout, lending an ear as to what his impetuous brother has to say. As Jericho went on about Achillea and his brother, the latter let out a slight sigh beneath his breath. The cold winter breeze was all but frigid, as compared to his familial pressing words.
"I…spoke too much…my apologies…" Jericho finally said, where the rest of his words faded into his own contemplation.
Kirin's gloves found its way upon his brother's hair. His seemingly firm grip turned out to be a gentle pet upon Jericho's head. Shuffling his younger brother's hair, with his eyes fixed on the boy, Kirin raised his voice.
"Fondness and affections are what separates us from the beasts of war, brother. For the souls that have wrought, and thought and toiled with me, some noble work may yet be accomplished. Nothing a good old reliable evening rest won't be able to fix." Kirin said nonchalantly.
While he did not directly address Jericho's clear affections for Achillea, Kirin had thought it to be wise to let his brother compose himself orderly. As he had learnt in the past, one could only be tested by their own thoughts and acts. Fleeting words can only go so far, even among families. On the other hand, the war had taken its toll on the Motherland, not by the scars that they had donned upon their attires and flesh, but of the mind. Doubts, grieves, wrath, and lust, these were the very thing that Kirin have had to wrestle with every single day, and he sees it in those around him as clear as day. As thus, he could only dissect the situation for them, as each man and woman are responsible for their own fate, and it was not his place to govern what is right or wrong for any individual. Such was his way, and such will be his way, for as long as he lives.
Directing his attention towards the two feminine figures before them, Kirin's petting gesture quickly transformed into a firm pat that found its impact upon Jericho's back.
"Such a slovenly expression won't do, brother. Now! Lift your chin, back straight, and eyes front! Forward, march!" Kirin cracked into his commandeering voice, as the four sallied forth to meet Hyunjae and her maid, of whom were already waiting for them. Given her white hair and fair skin, Kirin knew that she had to be his sister. The aloof demeanor in her eyes, as well as her refined axe. The maiden beside her, whose evident abdomen was surely a surprise for the man, of whom he has yet to be informed of. Given their close proximity in respect to each other, Kirin could only assume that the two were close. At least, closer than he was to Hyunjae and Angeline. Her dark, elegant hair and wide eyes upon the encroaching personnel in armor before her were more than warranted for.
Sashaying into the fray, Kirin felt his armor growing heavier with each steps. Even now, he has yet to conjure up words to deliver to his twin sister. The fresh aroma of perfumed carpet and Eastern-imported bouquets were more than enough to snap the man back into reality, as he found himself coming to a halt. Placing his right hand upon his chest, Kirin followed through with his usual formal conduct of greeting a lady. Slightly leaning forward for a bow, the man lowered his eyes, while his cheeks turned as red as snow bunny's on a wintry day.
"Sister..." he simply said, with a slight pause, before continuing.
"... No doubt, you have every right to reprimand my absence after all these years. The pain that Jericho and I have caused for you and Angeline, as the Elder Prince of the realm, I am willing to bear that responsibility. While we have not spoken much, I ask not for forgiveness, but a chance to make this family whole again." Kirin's eyes strayed from his sister's, fixed on the ground.
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