While he had thought nothing beyond the oath he had sworn to the Exalted Prince at the moment, Lykos had no idea what to anticipate the moment the words had left his lips. He had also mostly forgotten that the men before him were just as intricately tied to Varvaerynism as the Vastiana sisters. So when he witnessed first the glowing lights that stemmed as a reaction, the lupine demigod's eyes widened before he noticed the tether that had lanced itself from Arvælyn.
He'd felt something enter his own being upon seeing the power lacing into his soul, however, nothing outstanding seemed to take root within him within the initial moment the event had occurred. Yet clearly, both Arvælyn and Phocion were pleased by the words the wolf had spoken, and while Lykos thoughtfully questioned the consequence behind his actions; he admittedly felt nothing more than humored gratitude for all their praise. Hilana was quick to check and make sure the hand that crushed the wine glass was alright, and admittedly, the silence from a rather observant Æros left plenty of room for thought.
Had Lykos just bargained himself for something he wasn't prepared for? He didn't feel at all apprehensive or uncertain about the idea, only unsure of the ramifications that came about it. Only time would tell what it meant for him in the end, either way, the elation his peers found was humbling even if all he did was speak. "It pleases me to know that I handled myself well." He admitted with another bow of his head, before he lifted his own wine glass to sip up the beverage once more. Lykos had noticed the care that the younger sister put in for the Exalted Prince, however, his ears registered more than just concern in her tone when he listened to her.
And not that he wanted to be nosy and pry into details by whiffing her pheromones, but he felt at least a bit of wonder at how the sisters felt with the way he handled his oath of fealty. Regardless, he thought it best to await the lot of them patiently, as he did not wish to impede on everyone's dinner any more than he already might've.
He'd felt something enter his own being upon seeing the power lacing into his soul, however, nothing outstanding seemed to take root within him within the initial moment the event had occurred. Yet clearly, both Arvælyn and Phocion were pleased by the words the wolf had spoken, and while Lykos thoughtfully questioned the consequence behind his actions; he admittedly felt nothing more than humored gratitude for all their praise. Hilana was quick to check and make sure the hand that crushed the wine glass was alright, and admittedly, the silence from a rather observant Æros left plenty of room for thought.
Had Lykos just bargained himself for something he wasn't prepared for? He didn't feel at all apprehensive or uncertain about the idea, only unsure of the ramifications that came about it. Only time would tell what it meant for him in the end, either way, the elation his peers found was humbling even if all he did was speak. "It pleases me to know that I handled myself well." He admitted with another bow of his head, before he lifted his own wine glass to sip up the beverage once more. Lykos had noticed the care that the younger sister put in for the Exalted Prince, however, his ears registered more than just concern in her tone when he listened to her.
And not that he wanted to be nosy and pry into details by whiffing her pheromones, but he felt at least a bit of wonder at how the sisters felt with the way he handled his oath of fealty. Regardless, he thought it best to await the lot of them patiently, as he did not wish to impede on everyone's dinner any more than he already might've.
