“I know… but I left that life behind me. I don’t wanna awaken old wounds of Lythie’s. I heard she forgot about everythin’.” He had heard it through the grapevine of draconic gossip before they all vanished. “It’s better to leave them be.” Holiun scratched his cheek nervously. He hated getting into familial debates. Even if it’s with someone who knew Lyth, it was still… a sore subject.
His side ached a little, and he shifted on his feet, before moving to sit down. His toes wriggled as he thought, biting his lip. The burn scar He still had a slight burn scar on his side from her flames. “But uh… why are ya askin’ me ta get involved? They’re family, yea, but…” Holiun gave a sigh through his nose, electricity crackling in the air as he exhaled. “I dunno if its worth it ta be honest. Linny’s gone and made a name of ‘erself, and Lythie’s forgotten everythin’ about us. Why drag up old wounds and hurtful memories of a brother she doesn’t know?”
The man was deathly quiet as he looks at the drake before him, no longer drinking like a fish out of liquor so much as simply… staring.
At him, past him, into him, through him, with no inflection on his face other than deep study and thought.
Though if Houlin was someone with any decent magical sensitivity, he’d feel a rather odd, disjointed feeling of being watched as the man does this.
A good solid minute after Houlin finished his response, the stare and the sensation both vanish in a heartbeat as Hriob readjusts in his seat to be straighter and taller upon his keg-stool, and speaks with a calm, clinical, firm, and heavy-toned voice as he gives a strong rebuttal.
"…Because, Houlin, this isn’t about you, really. This isn’t about revealing an estranged brother to distract, help, or harm either of your two sisters. This is about acting to prevent a catastrophe that you would regret even more than anything you may have witnessed before in your past.”
The man’s storm-grey eyes, once light and unassumingly mirthful, now pierce at the drake with the air of someone who is still at the precipice between aiding and scorning him.
"I am a Shaman, what some might think of as a spiritual healer or forest mage, but ultimately that is not so important as what I can do with that, and what I actually do with that. I can sense and study other’s spirits, and I have seen both Lyth’s and Linaes’… and now yours. Just as you could smell your sisters off of me, I can see the familial ties in your souls, and I could also see their powers and what lies in their hearts to an extent…
"Lyth is strong, but whatever made her forget her family also made her spirit come greatly out of synch with a great amount of her power, while Linae’s power is great and even more refined out of sheer Homicidal Rage and Narcissistic Ego. Your older sister’s spirit is a nearly-literal inferno of dark thoughts and intent, but I can only sense fear and disjointedness in Lyth, not her element."
Those storm-grey eyes are locked firmly on Houlin’s as the skies in the distance rumble ever so slightly with an unannounced thunderstorm over the horizon.
"Unless someone does something, without making a bigger mess of it all like you worry about, I fear that Lyth has little chance against Linae, and it’s obvious she’s coming closer and closer to making her move. It doesn’t matter whether you’re her brother or her janitor, or whatever happened in the past, only that you are the best person to do something to try and prevent all this from ending badly.”
The reincarnated mountain spirit stands up, still locking eyes with the Drake as clouds flow in overhead from the south. “So… will you do the right thing, or will you leave your family alone to its fate?”