Chapter 248: Failing the questions
As soon as Ambraz entered Brazardian's private chambers a bolt of dark metal shot towards him. It was so fast that the shouted 'AM!' almost seemed to be left behind. Then a Ganvil that was the same coloration, and dimensions slammed into him, knocking both of them back out of the chambers and into the wall.
"You piece of rusted cutlery, I've missed you so much!" a slightly larger copy of Ambraz shouted as he pressed the flat side of his anvil body against Ambraz.
"Des, stop pressing me into the wall," Ambraz snapped, but there was little of his usually cool annoyance in his voice. "I've missed you too, but-"
"When Hal died, I thought… I thought…"
Ambraz didn't say anything as he felt his younger sibling shudder. His resonance was fluctuating all over the place, and he was barely attempting to hide his soulforce.
With only a moment's hesitation, Ambraz relaxed his hold on his own, letting it softly echo out around him. He knew that if the kid had been here, he would have asked questions about the sudden song and soulforce ripples.
There was a sense of shocked silence from where Brazardian hung in the room, but he ignored it, save for a slight sense of success. Hanging around Irwin and keeping his own soulforce resonances as calm and quiet as possible had become harder than he'd anticipated when he'd helped the kid choose his new set of cards. The benefit seemed to have been that he'd grown proficient enough in it that even his own Progenitor, who prided himself on his sensitivity, hadn't sensed all of it.
Des didn't show any reaction and still seemed unwilling to let him go. With a grin, Ambraz began softly humming the Neamhnathair Song, or the Chaos Whale Song as Irwin called it. He resonated his soulforce with it and tried to soothe his sibling's emotions.
He wasn't surprised that it only took a short while for Des to back up, his resonance rapidly being reeled back in.
"I'm sorry, Am," he said, his lips curved in a sad smile. "After Hal died, I thought I'd gone from being one of the three to being alone. It… was difficult."
"You've grown," Ambraz said as he hovered forward and slowly stopped humming. "Let's go inside. I think Yirta has been chewing on his tongue to stop from talking."
"No, I haven't!" a slightly deeper, annoyed voice rang from inside the chambers.