11-05-2020, 01:18 PM
Leilan
The girl is not deterred by my claims, though when she counters rudeness with another rude comment I raise my brow at her. ”A polite visitor would have waited for the morning. You should talk to Lilliana, if you can find her at this hour. Chestnut, blue eyes, star marking. Or find a buckskin called Lethy.” There’s no way I’ll direct her to Brazen and fairies forbid she talks to Nev. But if she can learn not to embarrass herself then maybe she’s worth keeping. If she stops staring at some point, that is.
”I didn’t.” I say to her question next with my signature knowing smirk. If she stops for a second to think about it, she knows it’s true. She’s right about not making much of a meal herself, what with her small stature - I’m more of an elk-eater, and not all of my time at that. Fishing suits me just fine, too, as does grazing - on my other days, so to say. Wouldn’t say off-days, as this would probably count as one. But she wouldn’t know that, so I just let it slide. Instead I occupy my time with watching her go over the information I just gave her, what with me ruling these lands. She doesn’t look like she believes me, and her question indicates such, too.
”I am, and was, Freyr of Icicle Isle.” I look at her directly, the green in my eyes fading for their standard ice blue color as I’m actually serious in that statement. ”The north is united under my name because it suits them to portray a dragon to the world. Not because I like being any kind of king standing far above the rest.”
My head retreats from talking to her directly, shaking my reptilian neck not unlike I might have as a horse, but the gesture isn’t as functional with spikes as it is with mane. Nevertheless scales and ice gleam in the low morning light and the visual might be different, it’s not without a certain effect. ”Then perhaps you need a new plan.” I offer casually, wondering if she had just hopped from one thing into another all her life. Does she want more of a purpose, I wonder?
”I didn’t.” I say to her question next with my signature knowing smirk. If she stops for a second to think about it, she knows it’s true. She’s right about not making much of a meal herself, what with her small stature - I’m more of an elk-eater, and not all of my time at that. Fishing suits me just fine, too, as does grazing - on my other days, so to say. Wouldn’t say off-days, as this would probably count as one. But she wouldn’t know that, so I just let it slide. Instead I occupy my time with watching her go over the information I just gave her, what with me ruling these lands. She doesn’t look like she believes me, and her question indicates such, too.
”I am, and was, Freyr of Icicle Isle.” I look at her directly, the green in my eyes fading for their standard ice blue color as I’m actually serious in that statement. ”The north is united under my name because it suits them to portray a dragon to the world. Not because I like being any kind of king standing far above the rest.”
My head retreats from talking to her directly, shaking my reptilian neck not unlike I might have as a horse, but the gesture isn’t as functional with spikes as it is with mane. Nevertheless scales and ice gleam in the low morning light and the visual might be different, it’s not without a certain effect. ”Then perhaps you need a new plan.” I offer casually, wondering if she had just hopped from one thing into another all her life. Does she want more of a purpose, I wonder?
they say I did something bad
then why’s it feel so good?
then why’s it feel so good?
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