10-10-2018, 07:42 AM
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
Interesting.
The way she stares at something beyond the edge of his vision is not exactly interesting as much as that it slightly concerns him that someone else seems to have caught her attention longer than is normal, but for the sake of peace and lack of other intel, let’s just call it interesting. Right? He doesn’t have to act so possessive as Dovev did to Heartfire last time he saw his niece. Nope. No way. Then again - mostly not because she wouldn’t want to talk to him for a week he’s sure. Or throw a rock at his head, but, that was less of a problem than the silent treatment. He knows that one, and it did do such weird things with him. The world would be such a better place if everybody just stuck to their rightful soulmates once they met and never let go - and showed it to everyone else that they were unibtainable from that point on.
But it’s no point being jealous of ghosts and things that were, weren’t, or aren’t. So, he clenches his jaw and moves in a leisurely trot, to finally see a familiar figure in the distance. At that, he is slightly taken aback, then shakes his head. He’s just being an idiot, they’ve probably met when she became queen in a diplomatic meeting. Right. Besides, Lepis not being here is also a plus, all things considered. She seems to have been replaced by a scaled figure, scarred and thus, more to Leilan’s liking. A warrior rather than a diplomat.
Although that sort-of meant that Breckin going in alone was a bad idea, right? They must be here to end the contract. Technically they could do anything, even though they weren’t posing very threatening at the moment. Hmm. Well, time to crash that party. Wolfbane should be made aware of his moving here, surely. Even if it was just to annoy him.
Probably it was just because he wanted to annoy his great-(great-?-)nephew.
He canters forward and bumps his shoulder playfully against the striped stud when coming to a stop; perhaps the scales are a little rough but it shouldn’t damage him. ”Bane, what’s biting you?” Of course he noticed. He’d kept an eye on this one when he came to Loess whenever he couldn’t annoy Arthas, because he had so much that reminded him of his (other?) nephew of his. Though perhaps they hadn’t talked much prior to the escape, he was very sure the young man had had fangs then. And also when he was last in Ischia. Hmm, he wonders how that one worked out.
But first things first. The roan icedrake peeks around the pegasus to address the scaled grey. ”Hiya, sorry for the lack of introduction. Leilan.” Breckin doesn’t need introductions, and he entirely avoids her (now-probably-furious) gaze and turns to address Wolfbane again. ”I hope Lepis didn’t bite your head off instead of mine, after I left. I didn’t think she’d be that upset... For what it’s worth, I’m glad you brought another friend today.” Grinning at the scaled man, he looks at the three of them, then finally shuts up.
It had been too good an opportunity, hadn’t it?
The way she stares at something beyond the edge of his vision is not exactly interesting as much as that it slightly concerns him that someone else seems to have caught her attention longer than is normal, but for the sake of peace and lack of other intel, let’s just call it interesting. Right? He doesn’t have to act so possessive as Dovev did to Heartfire last time he saw his niece. Nope. No way. Then again - mostly not because she wouldn’t want to talk to him for a week he’s sure. Or throw a rock at his head, but, that was less of a problem than the silent treatment. He knows that one, and it did do such weird things with him. The world would be such a better place if everybody just stuck to their rightful soulmates once they met and never let go - and showed it to everyone else that they were unibtainable from that point on.
But it’s no point being jealous of ghosts and things that were, weren’t, or aren’t. So, he clenches his jaw and moves in a leisurely trot, to finally see a familiar figure in the distance. At that, he is slightly taken aback, then shakes his head. He’s just being an idiot, they’ve probably met when she became queen in a diplomatic meeting. Right. Besides, Lepis not being here is also a plus, all things considered. She seems to have been replaced by a scaled figure, scarred and thus, more to Leilan’s liking. A warrior rather than a diplomat.
Although that sort-of meant that Breckin going in alone was a bad idea, right? They must be here to end the contract. Technically they could do anything, even though they weren’t posing very threatening at the moment. Hmm. Well, time to crash that party. Wolfbane should be made aware of his moving here, surely. Even if it was just to annoy him.
Probably it was just because he wanted to annoy his great-(great-?-)nephew.
He canters forward and bumps his shoulder playfully against the striped stud when coming to a stop; perhaps the scales are a little rough but it shouldn’t damage him. ”Bane, what’s biting you?” Of course he noticed. He’d kept an eye on this one when he came to Loess whenever he couldn’t annoy Arthas, because he had so much that reminded him of his (other?) nephew of his. Though perhaps they hadn’t talked much prior to the escape, he was very sure the young man had had fangs then. And also when he was last in Ischia. Hmm, he wonders how that one worked out.
But first things first. The roan icedrake peeks around the pegasus to address the scaled grey. ”Hiya, sorry for the lack of introduction. Leilan.” Breckin doesn’t need introductions, and he entirely avoids her (now-probably-furious) gaze and turns to address Wolfbane again. ”I hope Lepis didn’t bite your head off instead of mine, after I left. I didn’t think she’d be that upset... For what it’s worth, I’m glad you brought another friend today.” Grinning at the scaled man, he looks at the three of them, then finally shuts up.
It had been too good an opportunity, hadn’t it?
@[Breckin] @[Wolfbane] @[vulgaris]
Now is as good a time as any (;
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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