He's ready to open his mouth and argue that Zevlor isn't in charge of him and he'll go if he damn well pleases when she speaks up, welcoming his aid. Rolan releases some of the tension in his shoulders, nodding resolutely.
"Good, now that's settled. Come, it's the portal to the left." He said this to regain some control of the situation, but she's gone ahead, striding with purpose up the stairs, and he has to hurry up the steps after them like some eager toddler. His righteous anger keeps him pushing forward, but the closer they get to the portal and the subsequent stepping through into the library, the more his anxiety shoots straight to his throat.
By the time he steps through, the Nighsong is already engaged in conversation with Lorroakan, who casts him an amused expression. His eyebrows arch with the expectation that Rolan will fall in line and help him subdue her. Instead, he scowls at his "mentor", his arms crossed tightly in front of his chest, tail flicking with agitation.
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Date: 2024-10-31 03:13 pm (UTC)"Good, now that's settled. Come, it's the portal to the left." He said this to regain some control of the situation, but she's gone ahead, striding with purpose up the stairs, and he has to hurry up the steps after them like some eager toddler. His righteous anger keeps him pushing forward, but the closer they get to the portal and the subsequent stepping through into the library, the more his anxiety shoots straight to his throat.
By the time he steps through, the Nighsong is already engaged in conversation with Lorroakan, who casts him an amused expression. His eyebrows arch with the expectation that Rolan will fall in line and help him subdue her. Instead, he scowls at his "mentor", his arms crossed tightly in front of his chest, tail flicking with agitation.