[open] All the truth that I can tell

[lannister]

you used to tell me we'd turn into something
oh, you said life was much better than this

Though often cold enough to be miserable and vastly different from the tropical temperatures Lannister created in his dreams, the dream-weaver finds that his welcoming to the North is a warm one. There's a certain friendly yet rogueish nature to the land - as if the kingdom will accept strangers but only if they can survive its trials. Being a creature that often creates trials for others, Lannister is certain he will not be chewed up and spit out.

"A pleasure, Bardot," Lan rumbles, the words rolling smoothly off his tongue.

He pauses a moment or two to study the inviting stranger. He blinks slowly, stormy gaze drifting to the tip of her horn and down to the lines of her face. Then on to the pale fur, the feline markings, and the fragrant flowers. He finds the silver scars last, instinctively quirking his head with a dark curiosity.

"I think the real question is why are you leaving?" Lannister answers after sufficiently memorizing Bardot. He smiles, mouth curling lazily on one side. He is lulled into relaxing his muscles by the white noise of the ocean, his body leaning lightly to the right. "I would like to settle down in somewhere other than the South, but perhaps the North is not for me?" he adds after a second, mostly musing to himself.

"Is it because Taiga reminds you of those scars?" There's a twisted excitement that make his heart pulse in his ears at posing the question, but Lannister mostly keeps his face relaxed as he asks. He gestures roughly at the hairless marks, "Those don't look too friendly."

lannister

@Bardot