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 {{wst>reh|Between the mental and physical exhaustion that he's been through today, the prospect of slinking off to his room and sleeping forever is nearly overwhelming. But Ashernath's still here, and of course if he runs away now it's only going to be worse later. But worse later he could handle, because it would be later. Right now he just wants to forget this day ever happened.
-No such luck, of course. He shrinks away from his father's gaze, not quite able to bring himself to meet it. Then he hears the request, and his submissive expression quickly turns to an indignant glare. 'Is this ''really'' necessary?' he thinks, barely holding the thought back from his verbal filters, though it manages to leak past his telepathic ones. But no, there's no point in arguing with Father. Not when he's like this. Both he and Ashernath have gotten in trouble enough times to know. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Demarath sinks into a sit - they're going to be here for a while. Just do the exercise, it'll be over soon enough. Where had it all started to go wrong? "We shouldn't have come into your study," he states, tone akin to one a student might use reciting memorized facts.}}
+No such luck, of course. He shrinks away from his father's gaze, not quite able to bring himself to meet it. Then he hears the request, and his submissive expression quickly turns to an indignant glare. 'Is this //really// necessary?' he thinks, barely holding the thought back from his verbal filters, though it manages to leak past his telepathic ones. But no, there's no point in arguing with Father. Not when he's like this. Both he and Ashernath have gotten in trouble enough times to know. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Demarath sinks into a sit - they're going to be here for a while. Just do the exercise, it'll be over soon enough. Where had it all started to go wrong? "We shouldn't have come into your study," he states, tone akin to one a student might use reciting memorized facts.}}
-{{wst>pinkgothic|That was an arguable point, really, and Tanith was in half a mind to point out there was very little wrong about that in itself, but he had graver points in mind and he was going to hound his sons until they realised what they've ''done'' and said as much, themselves. That it'd be delayed with trivialities, given their apparent lack of understanding, is to be expected. He let it count on a technicality. "Ashernath?" he asks, eyes narrowed slightly.
+{{wst>pinkgothic|That was an arguable point, really, and Tanith was in half a mind to point out there was very little wrong about that in itself, but he had graver points in mind and he was going to hound his sons until they realised what they've //done// and said as much, themselves. That it'd be delayed with trivialities, given their apparent lack of understanding, is to be expected. He let it count on a technicality. "Ashernath?" he asks, eyes narrowed slightly.
 Either Ashernath understands the game a little better than his brother - perhaps he's had ample time to practise, what with how his boastful strength had gotten him into trouble several times before - or the more accurate answer is mere coincidence: "...we... - we travelled somewhere we had to, ah, make the assumption we'd have a slim chance of surviving in the long-term, without having any guarantee there would be a way back?"
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 {{wst>pinkgothic|Tanith is breathing deeply and evenly, but tensely, much like someone struggling to curtail a particular emotional reaction that's been building up for the extent of their interrogation. His expression is bitter, full of a scornful disappointment. Apparently they've struck the jackpot, judging by his air.
-Then the expression falters. "I don't know for whom," he admits with a bit of a huff. "But yes. That's the core of this issue. No amount of care we could have taken would have concealed our destination and it's plain as day that the trap was sprung and that the dragon it caught escaped here." His tongue runs along his jagged teeth for a moment of outward unease, before he continues with a thin but powerful thread of anger in his tone: "You've not just endangered yourselves, you've endangered your entire family. If the Hzataalar Kaea have managed to circumvent the Citadel's identification...?" He trails off, letting that hang in the air between them. "We're moving," he says, flatly, bitterly - and with a pang of fear. "And, just so it's unmistakably clear: I fully expect you two to do most of the work." Really, what's done is done. If they've directed attention to Belewe for the Hzataalara, his sons may be to blame for the focus, but they're plainly not the source of the problem - that was the delusional creatures themselves and their hateful agenda. He was livid, born in part of raw fear at ''not knowing'' the trap's purpose, ''not knowing'' its author, but as much as they should have known better, they were young and naive and foolishness naturally came with it. He'd fault them for it, but only to a certain, finite degree.}}
+Then the expression falters. "I don't know for whom," he admits with a bit of a huff. "But yes. That's the core of this issue. No amount of care we could have taken would have concealed our destination and it's plain as day that the trap was sprung and that the dragon it caught escaped here." His tongue runs along his jagged teeth for a moment of outward unease, before he continues with a thin but powerful thread of anger in his tone: "You've not just endangered yourselves, you've endangered your entire family. If the Hzataalar Kaea have managed to circumvent the Citadel's identification...?" He trails off, letting that hang in the air between them. "We're moving," he says, flatly, bitterly - and with a pang of fear. "And, just so it's unmistakably clear: I fully expect you two to do most of the work." Really, what's done is done. If they've directed attention to Belewe for the Hzataalara, his sons may be to blame for the focus, but they're plainly not the source of the problem - that was the delusional creatures themselves and their hateful agenda. He was livid, born in part of raw fear at //not knowing// the trap's purpose, //not knowing// its author, but as much as they should have known better, they were young and naive and foolishness naturally came with it. He'd fault them for it, but only to a certain, finite degree.}}
 {{wst>reh|A small part of him, the continuously skeptical part, wants to scoff at the notion of Hzataalar Kaea getting into the Citadel - before today, after all, he'd only thought of them as vague bogeymen, not an actual threat. But this trap had put a very firm fear of them into his mind. He's never seen one before, certainly, but now he hopes that he'll never have that chance.