My mother would have arranged for his untimely death. My father would have been staunchly diplomatic.
Me? I laugh, despite my best efforts to remain serious.
I mean, c'mon, who pissed in his cheerios?
"You do realize the border is literally right there, mate?" I point a dark colored nose over my shoulder. "As in, one more step and I'd be over it. If you want to fight me for a few feet I overshot when I landed you're totally welcome to. It wouldn't be the stupidest fight I've ever been in."
Nope. That was over an apple.
It's not that I'm eager to fight, but I'm not afraid of tussling. And I know he's being very intimidating which I suppose is all well and good if you're defending your home, but I'd kind of like him to catalogue all the reasons he thinks I'm going to attack this place. Maybe he sees something here worth being idiotic over because I sure as hell don't. The place is dead.
I am mildly surprised considering the Falls is usually a cheery place. Has Beqanna changed that much? I can't say I mind. Being boringly kind to every person to cross your borders had to get old after awhile.
I stifle my laughter, although it still shows as merriment in my gold eyes. This one may make my decision of Dale or Falls easier than I thought. I'd hate to leave here when I've already made such a good friend.
"By your kingdom I assume you must be the king. As for my intentions, and gods, who uses language like that anymore? Hell. My intentions are a place to crash, not literally, and maybe to be of some use. Although that's debatable."
I feel like asking him if he's always so pissed off. I don't, because there seems to be a shred of consideration left in my body. Instead I wait, unconcerned, my wings tucked tight against the cold.
Tisiphone
u wat m8?
ooc: lol, Tisi can take it. ;-)