05-03-2021, 05:37 AM
Leilan
The future isn’t something that Leilan ever had been able to look into, and even now, with the magic of freezing temperatures at hoof, he doesn’t look into it. It’d be a messy thing anyway, he would tell himself if he ever did remember that it could be a possible trait of his now. But he has no interest. In fact, politics have always bored him, and his plans for the future are based on just that.
Leave it to the young and bold to carry the future; the ice dragon is content to sit on his rocks and watch the world go by. It has the same rhythm as usual, if he participates or not. But perhaps this is why, when he sees an opportunity, he discerns a touch if fairy magic, or of fate. He’s always known when escaping was inevitable. In his younger life he had, after all, tried to avoid being caught and failed miserably in the face of destiny.
Reave’s head lifts when the implication of Leilan’s words reach him, issuing a small knowing smile from the newly-made magician. He doesn’t by a long shot know everything that his magic could do, but he doesn’t need it. Not right now. ”On that, we agree,” he nods to the young man. Fire in Nerine, hmm. It had never lasted long; always greeted with a cold wind and damp sea spray, and besides, rocks just don’t have a tendency to burn. Only the pine trees bear scorch marks, but have been overgrown with the humid mosses again, as well.
”I’ll inform your brothers of your new move, and the rest of the North. If you need assistance with recruiting, I’d suggest starting with the caves. I believe you may find a few faces willing to help.” For one, Nerine wasn’t truly empty; sadly most residents had preferred not to engage in fighting monsters, or if they did they had taken up a position that they could defend.
@[Reave] will do fine. It’s in his blood, after all. ”What would you like to call yourself?” It’s not gonna be Rook, that’s for sure.
Leave it to the young and bold to carry the future; the ice dragon is content to sit on his rocks and watch the world go by. It has the same rhythm as usual, if he participates or not. But perhaps this is why, when he sees an opportunity, he discerns a touch if fairy magic, or of fate. He’s always known when escaping was inevitable. In his younger life he had, after all, tried to avoid being caught and failed miserably in the face of destiny.
Reave’s head lifts when the implication of Leilan’s words reach him, issuing a small knowing smile from the newly-made magician. He doesn’t by a long shot know everything that his magic could do, but he doesn’t need it. Not right now. ”On that, we agree,” he nods to the young man. Fire in Nerine, hmm. It had never lasted long; always greeted with a cold wind and damp sea spray, and besides, rocks just don’t have a tendency to burn. Only the pine trees bear scorch marks, but have been overgrown with the humid mosses again, as well.
”I’ll inform your brothers of your new move, and the rest of the North. If you need assistance with recruiting, I’d suggest starting with the caves. I believe you may find a few faces willing to help.” For one, Nerine wasn’t truly empty; sadly most residents had preferred not to engage in fighting monsters, or if they did they had taken up a position that they could defend.
@[Reave] will do fine. It’s in his blood, after all. ”What would you like to call yourself?” It’s not gonna be Rook, that’s for sure.
I don’t think the world is sold
on just doing what we’re told
on just doing what we’re told
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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