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[arcanepower]

Who: Belthazar and open!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now

[video;]

[Belthazar is usually much more careful about what he broadcasts, but this time he doesn't care. He's in the grips of a tantrum the likes of which haven't been seen for a very long time. He's a blackish blur off the edge of the screen, ripping things off his walls and throwing furniture like it's going out of style. He's screaming but not out of any particular physical injury; it's that of sadness and anger and desperation.

He hurls a chair at the other wall and it sounds like a bone breaking. Probably a 7/10. Passable work.]

He's gone! Why is he gone!? BRING HIM BACK!!

[He's a mess of hair and glowing green eyes and rage. He slams his fist on the table just in case that last bit wasn't clear enough.]

Do you hear me, Atroma?! [His voice cracks mid-yell thanks elf puberty.] I will hunt you down! I'll dismantle you piece by piece! I'll wipe you from EXISTENCE! I'll-- I'll--

[His eyes well up and he cuts off the feed, presumably to hurl more things at the wall until he feels better.]

Comments

[invigorates]

There is always a chance for you to return home. And when you do, you will see him again.

[ stop crying it's making her heart hurt. ;c ]

It will be all right, you just have to be strong. I know not of Adra, but I doubt he would wish to see you so upset.

[arcanepower]

I don't want to go home! I can't. I can't give up what I have here, and that's why... that's why I...

[It's so hard not to just give in and start wailing, but he's a little too old for that. He sniffles quietly instead and tries to will his voice into steadiness.]

He's always so patient with me. I-I never understood why anyone showed me such kindness.

[invigorates]

It is always possible that he could return.

[ she's not really sure what else to say about that matter, honestly. lest they potentially go around in sad circles. ]

Why would he not? You are as deserving as any other.

[arcanepower]

I don't want to wish for that. He has other children, smaller ones, who need him more than I do. I'm practically an adult.

[... yeah, ok, sure. Strangely, having to explain this calms him down a little. Maybe it's something in the way she talks to him, too.]

I was a penniless orphan without a noble house-- worthless in the eyes of the elite who ruled the city I lived in. I was merely one of many.

[invigorates]

What does your age matter? If he is your father, I've a feeling he would care for you all the same.

[ she listens intently, a look of sympathy washing over her features. the leylines on her skin flicker faintly. ]

'Tis a shame some favor power and wealth over what truly matters. But that is not your fault, nor do you deserve less because of something you were born into. [ she smiles softly. ] I am going to fathom a guess that your Adra thought the same — that you were much more than an orphaned child.

[arcanepower]

[He's trying so hard not to cry again but she is making it very difficult, saying such nice things and reminding him of Adra and of his sister and it's so complicated.]

T-thank you. [He scrubs at his face.] Can we change the subject?

[invigorates]

Of course. [ the issue now is she has no idea what to talk about. hm. ]

I do not believe we have been properly introduced before, hm? I am Lioriley.

[arcanepower]

[He clears his throat of the tears.]

My name is Belthazar Spellscry.

[The woman on the other end of the feed is familiar, even if her ears aren't astronomical. Are there half-night-elves?]

You look like a night elf, but your eyes are different...

[invigorates]

It is a pleasure, Belthazar, all things considered. [ it would have been nicer to meet when he wasn't so upset, but beggars can't be choosers and all that. ]

I am a Dark Elf. Perhaps these night elves of yours are distant relatives of my people — it certainly sounds like it. [ was that a joke? the slight intonation would imply as much. ] What do their eyes look like?

[arcanepower]

[He's a curious kid, so he'll latch onto anything in order to distract himself from this sadness.]

Silver or gold, and glowing. My people had blue eyes until the kingdom fell.

[His eyes are green now, and quite obviously so, but he doesn't volunteer a more specific reason than that.]

[invigorates]

[ lioriley cocks her head to the side, her hand raised to her chin in thought. 'silver/gold and glowing' sounded more like the light elves eyes back home. ]

Your eye colors changed when the kingdom fell? How is that possible?