Emryc snuffed out the fire shortly before Renfry declared a halt of all fighting. This was also when the effects of the mask withdrew, the yellows of his eyes fading back to the normal hints against silver. The half Sephi glanced towards the women, seeing the Eternal slightly further up ahead as she was made to kneel. The sight caused his jaw to tighten, and he was glad for the distraction that came from that Champion Zabrak challenging Wessex. After what happened with almost being caught backstabbing, Emryc couldn’t think of a more brilliant counter. The half Sephi’s gaze lingered on the Zabrak, a faint grin tugging at his lips. He couldn’t help but hold newfound admiration for the man despite many of his actions being brash and hapless. With a little bit of direction, he could become a formidable asset to the Empire.
The half Sephi didn’t miss how he was the topic of conversation several times. He stood in silence, listening as Artorigas quipped back with a play by play of what happened, casually throwing Emryc under the speeder in front of the Empress. He further went on in an attempt to have Emryc regard Xeno’s actions as a slight to him. The half Sephi remained silent through it all, running his fingers through sweat slick hair from the fire earlier. Dark locks were slightly mussed up from their normal styled.
Emryc could have said a great many things then about Wessex’s approach behind Renfry which was suspicious enough to even summon Stolas to attack, about how the man dodged the attack on him in a way that killed someone behind him and endangered acolytes, how he drew a weapon and stepped forth to initiate the combat, how his summoning of a weapon injured multiple partygoers in attendance. The half Sephi said none of it, silver gaze fixed at the scene as his face remained largely neutral. Even as Xeno addressed him and strode from the castle.
He reached forth and grabbed a whiskey off a tray, raising it in cheers towards Artorigas before he glanced over to Tiamat.
It was there that a bitterness reflected on his face. She was kneeling in front of everyone here and swearing her obedience. Emryc had spent years helping Tiamat liberate herself from the haunts of her past to find her path. Ever since she had completed her training, she had gone out of her way to turn on everything he had ever taught her. She continued to make choices that made her little more than a tool to be utilized, exactly what Emryc had saved her from in the past. But she was no longer a child. This was a path she chose knowing fully well what she was doing. She put the chains and manacles back on, and she would be nothing more than a weapon for Renfry to utilize however she pleased. Just as it always was with the Eternal. While Emryc’s fondness for Tiamat would always remain, the respect he once harbored for her was shattered as he saw her there.
Without a word to anyone, the half Sephi quietly took his drink and strode towards a balcony nearby, itching for a smoke and fresh air against his sweat lined skin. He leaned against the railing, drawing out a cigarra and igniting it before taking a long drag. He quietly began to clear his mind, drawing out the poison from the Eternal’s effects that clouded his mind. He had to find tranquility again, and he would just as he had always done through every storm.
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