Post by Everett Price on Jan 12, 2016 21:47:04 GMT -5
"You're letting it get too hot."
Everett had his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms dangling useless, restless, for once, over his knees; crouched on a bench this way, sitting far too close to the fire -- the large chamber open on two sides, the cold wind doing battle against the blazing fires within. Still, he was sitting close enough to feel a trickle of sweat run down his nose; his dark eyes watching the fire stoke upon itself.
"Everett. You're letting it get too hot."
Again, this familiar voice sounded; but he did not look away, only briefly moving to scratch his knuckles against the grain of his beard, the most minimal indication he could hear at all. Broden had worked for many years alongside Everett Price, and the men had a kinship that was forged among the steel -- such spaced presence was not Everett's way.
But he was waiting for his older brother. Or -- really, he was waiting for Tysen Price, patriarch of the Price family. That was more how he saw him, after all; leader of their city. Ruler of their portion of the world. It was hard to justify any blood connection, because those engendered themselves to feelings of deeper connection. That, Everett could not speak for. He had left a message with Tysen about going further east for a trade. He should have just left then; he would be back in two weeks time, as it were.
But rarely did pieces of the Price puzzle move without Tysen's jurisdiction. And try as he might, Everett could not pull himself from the land.
He knew his half-brother would seek him out, to give his approval or denial. He knew where to find him.
@tysenprice
Everett had his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms dangling useless, restless, for once, over his knees; crouched on a bench this way, sitting far too close to the fire -- the large chamber open on two sides, the cold wind doing battle against the blazing fires within. Still, he was sitting close enough to feel a trickle of sweat run down his nose; his dark eyes watching the fire stoke upon itself.
"Everett. You're letting it get too hot."
Again, this familiar voice sounded; but he did not look away, only briefly moving to scratch his knuckles against the grain of his beard, the most minimal indication he could hear at all. Broden had worked for many years alongside Everett Price, and the men had a kinship that was forged among the steel -- such spaced presence was not Everett's way.
But he was waiting for his older brother. Or -- really, he was waiting for Tysen Price, patriarch of the Price family. That was more how he saw him, after all; leader of their city. Ruler of their portion of the world. It was hard to justify any blood connection, because those engendered themselves to feelings of deeper connection. That, Everett could not speak for. He had left a message with Tysen about going further east for a trade. He should have just left then; he would be back in two weeks time, as it were.
But rarely did pieces of the Price puzzle move without Tysen's jurisdiction. And try as he might, Everett could not pull himself from the land.
He knew his half-brother would seek him out, to give his approval or denial. He knew where to find him.
@tysenprice