10-18-2018, 08:04 AM
When the haze of black vapor rises to reveal the etchings of his face again, the Leviathan queen’s dark eyes brighten significantly even more so when the rumble of his voice quakes through her chest.
Breckin nods once in affirmation in response to the dragon’s question, confirming that Brennen was in fact the sovereign of the Brotherhood. “Good.” Her smile broadens, pleased to hear that he would rather place his loyalties in the northernmost kingdom as opposed to the tropical island. Honestly, he would probably do well and flourish anywhere he might choose to rest his head if he so had the desire. Her intuition sensed a quiet strength and a kind soul, tethered to an imposing body gifted with power and fortitude. An interesting melding she thinks, and her curious nature bubbles and churns, craving a deeper conversation with the painted gent. Another time though, today it would be best to let him try to find some peace within the cliff lined kingdom.
“I’ll place you into the war caste, I think you’ll do well there. Rome is the Vilajero, my highest ranking warrior below the Champion, Ardashir. Perhaps they might have a task for you if you would search them out. But if you come to find that border rounds, participating in mock battles and defending Nerine’s residents are not your forte, then simply say so. It is not a binding placement.”
Before she allows herself to consider otherwise, she has drawn closer to him, sparing a fleeting second to bump her charcoal nose into the faded black of his shoulder. It’s a simple gesture, but one held with the weight of a thankfulness and appreciation for his wanting to be there.
The day was closing, and there were still other items she had yet to see to. Taking a step back then, her gaze passes towards Nalia with a quick nod. And when she turns to leave at last, she hesitates long enough to shoot him a final warm smile, “Welcome home, Castile.”
@[Castile] @[Nalia]
Breckin nods once in affirmation in response to the dragon’s question, confirming that Brennen was in fact the sovereign of the Brotherhood. “Good.” Her smile broadens, pleased to hear that he would rather place his loyalties in the northernmost kingdom as opposed to the tropical island. Honestly, he would probably do well and flourish anywhere he might choose to rest his head if he so had the desire. Her intuition sensed a quiet strength and a kind soul, tethered to an imposing body gifted with power and fortitude. An interesting melding she thinks, and her curious nature bubbles and churns, craving a deeper conversation with the painted gent. Another time though, today it would be best to let him try to find some peace within the cliff lined kingdom.
“I’ll place you into the war caste, I think you’ll do well there. Rome is the Vilajero, my highest ranking warrior below the Champion, Ardashir. Perhaps they might have a task for you if you would search them out. But if you come to find that border rounds, participating in mock battles and defending Nerine’s residents are not your forte, then simply say so. It is not a binding placement.”
Before she allows herself to consider otherwise, she has drawn closer to him, sparing a fleeting second to bump her charcoal nose into the faded black of his shoulder. It’s a simple gesture, but one held with the weight of a thankfulness and appreciation for his wanting to be there.
The day was closing, and there were still other items she had yet to see to. Taking a step back then, her gaze passes towards Nalia with a quick nod. And when she turns to leave at last, she hesitates long enough to shoot him a final warm smile, “Welcome home, Castile.”
@[Castile] @[Nalia]