[ Howl recovers from the shock of this 'invitation' relatively quickly. There's something distinctly familiar about the roar of this darkness, the way it overwhelms the mind, and while Howl is just as susceptible to it as everyone else, it comes as much less of a jarring surprise.
He watches everything unfold around him — Estinien's predictable attempt at the Regent, the shouts of anger and disapproval from the Pleroma Aions as they find themselves before the Regent for the first time, the sense of annoyance that some of his fellow Kenomas express at the Regent's decision to do all this — in silence. Internally, a heavy emptiness starts to weigh on him. He knows that this means war — finally, the war is beginning, and things are going to get bad.
And that... is fine. It does not trouble him. He has no objections, nor is he particularly excited. It's what the Regent wants, and so, he must do it. No other course of action makes sense.
Still, Howl is acutely aware of the fact that this is the first time he's seen or spoken to the Regent since his flagrant disrespect of them several months ago. During a lapse in the drama, he takes a step forward, puts a hand to his chest, and bows at the waist. As is usual when Howl feels like he has nothing to say for himself, he says nothing, relying instead on the meager physical gesture to say what he doesn't have the courage to try to express. ]
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He watches everything unfold around him — Estinien's predictable attempt at the Regent, the shouts of anger and disapproval from the Pleroma Aions as they find themselves before the Regent for the first time, the sense of annoyance that some of his fellow Kenomas express at the Regent's decision to do all this — in silence. Internally, a heavy emptiness starts to weigh on him. He knows that this means war — finally, the war is beginning, and things are going to get bad.
And that... is fine. It does not trouble him. He has no objections, nor is he particularly excited. It's what the Regent wants, and so, he must do it. No other course of action makes sense.
Still, Howl is acutely aware of the fact that this is the first time he's seen or spoken to the Regent since his flagrant disrespect of them several months ago. During a lapse in the drama, he takes a step forward, puts a hand to his chest, and bows at the waist. As is usual when Howl feels like he has nothing to say for himself, he says nothing, relying instead on the meager physical gesture to say what he doesn't have the courage to try to express. ]