10-23-2018, 02:20 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
There's so many things happening, it actually takes him some time to organize his thoughts.
One, Wolfbane is being an evasive little bugger, and so he rolls his eyes when the man turns away to nod at Vulgaris. He'd shrugged at the Lepis comment - it's the other comment he huffs about. "Get your facts straight when you can, Bane." He doesn't sound too irritated, he hopes; still mocking the striped young man, he doesn't elaborate either - it might be for getting the order of being a Brother and being stolen mixed up, or on the fact that he never was truly a prisoner, but more of an odd-failed-attempt-at-recruiting; it might also apply to his recent move away from the Brotherhood and into the Sisterhood (though he'd never given up on his vows or taken new ones, yet, but with the two kingdoms being so close, it didn't really matter - otherwise she would have asked). But Wolfbane was hardly an adult when he joined Loess - and barely one when Leilan had already decided on leaving. Could he truly blame him for not keeping track? It was just too bad that he sometimes had the impression of the young man that he let the whole kingship go to his head.
Because like he'd constantly rubbed in Arthas' nose, ruling sucks.
As long as one knew how much it sucked, they'd do a good job at it.
The comment about Lepis, lets him shrug and then grin sideways a bit, but no incredibly-low-comment (like, good to know she doesn't dream of me, because it's not mutual), actually leaves his lips. He's more curious about the grave news, and lets his grin fall back to a more neutral expression.
Then his eyes harden at the man.
He's about to ask - Did you ask your grandmother's permission? - but she already does that job for them by showing up and immediately claiming Dovev is under her protection. Ugh. Of course. It's that one they're after. He can entirely see him losing his temper - not unlike Vulgaris now. If that's where their problems stem from, it's going to be ugly.
Which he doesn't want to get in between to.
Then Breckin does, of course.
With a deep breath intake, he looks at them while Vulgaris outs the threat to his niece and Breckin neatly positions herself before her (figuratively only, thank goodness). "Vulgaris," he says slowly, musing over the name. Where did he hear that before... oh, right.
"I'm one hundred percent certain," he starts with a direct and very straight face at the other scaled horse, "that Leliana wouldn't agree to any of this painting of yours. And what will you tell Adna? If you have a personal problem with someone, we have the plains for that, hmm?"
One, Wolfbane is being an evasive little bugger, and so he rolls his eyes when the man turns away to nod at Vulgaris. He'd shrugged at the Lepis comment - it's the other comment he huffs about. "Get your facts straight when you can, Bane." He doesn't sound too irritated, he hopes; still mocking the striped young man, he doesn't elaborate either - it might be for getting the order of being a Brother and being stolen mixed up, or on the fact that he never was truly a prisoner, but more of an odd-failed-attempt-at-recruiting; it might also apply to his recent move away from the Brotherhood and into the Sisterhood (though he'd never given up on his vows or taken new ones, yet, but with the two kingdoms being so close, it didn't really matter - otherwise she would have asked). But Wolfbane was hardly an adult when he joined Loess - and barely one when Leilan had already decided on leaving. Could he truly blame him for not keeping track? It was just too bad that he sometimes had the impression of the young man that he let the whole kingship go to his head.
Because like he'd constantly rubbed in Arthas' nose, ruling sucks.
As long as one knew how much it sucked, they'd do a good job at it.
The comment about Lepis, lets him shrug and then grin sideways a bit, but no incredibly-low-comment (like, good to know she doesn't dream of me, because it's not mutual), actually leaves his lips. He's more curious about the grave news, and lets his grin fall back to a more neutral expression.
Then his eyes harden at the man.
He's about to ask - Did you ask your grandmother's permission? - but she already does that job for them by showing up and immediately claiming Dovev is under her protection. Ugh. Of course. It's that one they're after. He can entirely see him losing his temper - not unlike Vulgaris now. If that's where their problems stem from, it's going to be ugly.
Which he doesn't want to get in between to.
Then Breckin does, of course.
With a deep breath intake, he looks at them while Vulgaris outs the threat to his niece and Breckin neatly positions herself before her (figuratively only, thank goodness). "Vulgaris," he says slowly, musing over the name. Where did he hear that before... oh, right.
"I'm one hundred percent certain," he starts with a direct and very straight face at the other scaled horse, "that Leliana wouldn't agree to any of this painting of yours. And what will you tell Adna? If you have a personal problem with someone, we have the plains for that, hmm?"
@[Wolfbane] @[Heartfire] @[vulgaris] @[Breckin]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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