[ viren had recoiled at the noise of a weapon sliding from its sheath, newly distrustful of what action his son may take. his hands had even raised (regretful, that he's without a weapon of steel - or, more desired, his staff), claws at the ready for some sort of impact.
but nothing lands, and he instead hears the noise of him hacking away at brush. he's uncertain of how effective clanging away at rocks will be (noisy, too), if he should wait for the sword to fail (because, of course it would). he forces a low exhale to steady himself, his stomach curdling unpleasantly. ]
Soren...
[ his tone changes course. he doesn't yet move forward to join, wary of being smacked by a sword in the dark, but, ]
no subject
but nothing lands, and he instead hears the noise of him hacking away at brush. he's uncertain of how effective clanging away at rocks will be (noisy, too), if he should wait for the sword to fail (because, of course it would). he forces a low exhale to steady himself, his stomach curdling unpleasantly. ]
Soren...
[ his tone changes course. he doesn't yet move forward to join, wary of being smacked by a sword in the dark, but, ]
Here. Allow me to help.