10-01-2018, 04:35 PM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
The scaled roan’s gaze hardens a little at Kagerus’ snippy refusal to reply, and he thinks to himself, not so kind then, words he almost speaks aloud in a tone so similar to hers - but it is the other mare’s answer that gets his full attention, and she gets a much more polite and slightly thankful nod (though he makes sure the bay overo doesn’t get to see this expression), as well as a softer colour of aqua blue in his eyes.
Making a point not to talk to Kagerus right away, for fearing he will slip something completely out of line just as much as the antlered mare did to him, he continues the conversation with the mare now known as Sabra. ”I’m Leilan. Formerly of Ischia also; I am very sorry that it seems that we missed out on one another on the islands. I am certain Breckin would love to have you, and perhaps it may be more of a home to you than the sandy jungle.” His head cocks a little as he considers. ”If you want to join a caste, I can go find her if you like,” but then glances at Kagerus, ”Is there anything a Nerinian could do for you, too?” It’s a polite enough question (he seems to have found his patience today, or at least after Sabra’s little reprimand he has nothing to add), though his eyes show he’s not too amused with her behaviour. Waltzing in like that was one thing - explicitly refusing to answer a question about it was another. If she wasn’t so obviously from Hyaline he would probably already have ushered her to the borders, but besides a politically aggressive move, she hadn’t been threatening his home. Yet. (Because he wouldn’t put it past her.) Still, he doesn’t outright say it, so that’s some kind of inprovement on his end anyway.
Making a point not to talk to Kagerus right away, for fearing he will slip something completely out of line just as much as the antlered mare did to him, he continues the conversation with the mare now known as Sabra. ”I’m Leilan. Formerly of Ischia also; I am very sorry that it seems that we missed out on one another on the islands. I am certain Breckin would love to have you, and perhaps it may be more of a home to you than the sandy jungle.” His head cocks a little as he considers. ”If you want to join a caste, I can go find her if you like,” but then glances at Kagerus, ”Is there anything a Nerinian could do for you, too?” It’s a polite enough question (he seems to have found his patience today, or at least after Sabra’s little reprimand he has nothing to add), though his eyes show he’s not too amused with her behaviour. Waltzing in like that was one thing - explicitly refusing to answer a question about it was another. If she wasn’t so obviously from Hyaline he would probably already have ushered her to the borders, but besides a politically aggressive move, she hadn’t been threatening his home. Yet. (Because he wouldn’t put it past her.) Still, he doesn’t outright say it, so that’s some kind of inprovement on his end anyway.
@[Kagerus] lol it’s Nerine here, not Loess, go sass someone else
@[Sabra] thank you for smoothing ^^ also I loved her first person
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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