boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.
Valdis is beautiful and proud, the rise to her head giving away the dragon lineage she possesses. The Archon can only admire the way she handles herself: strong muscles rippling beneath blue and white skin, hard eyes still glimmering within a deep blue. How odd, he thinks, that a woman so powerful becomes a prisoner so willingly; though, he cannot call her much of a prisoner, considering how he does not care to watch over her. Pangea is wild but not cruel, and he thinks she suits the land with a mane as colorful as the sunset and build perfect to traverse canyons.
Litotes’ mind wanders, so he drags himself back to the present, an action he finds himself doing far too often.
The strange looking boy - who he quickly finds out is named Erio - presents himself with an energy his mother does not. The cremello cannot help but smile at the colt, having a soft spot for most children. He cannot say he knew that Valdis would be bringing a child with her, but he also cannot say he is displeased. Perhaps there are opportunities there, within the naive depths of youth.
“I am pleased to hear Pangea has served you well - as barren as it is,” he responds, a near rueful grin upon his lips. Lie wonders if she finds it as terribly boring as others do. When she asks why me, he cocks his head to right. The analytical gaze he places on her is purely considering, and he traces his eyes down the slopes of her sides. “Why not?” the stallion murmurs, any humor from before sliding off of his lips.
It was not him that stole Valdis, but Vadar, and even then he did not order the steal. His fascinating citizen made a move off of instinct, and it paid off well.
“To be honest, Valdis, I do not know why Vadar did what he did - I do not keep a tight grip on my people. Though I imagine it is punishment for Sylva’s insubordination.” There is a bite to his words. What Lie has gleaned from Castile hardens his face. Valdis was once wrapped in the arms of Sinner, and the Archon assumes Erio is the Sylvan king’s. His friendship to the dragon-king partially erases his general friendliness.
“Now, I wonder . . . Why Sylva? Why Sinner? I keep a close eye on my borders and . . .” he pauses, attempting to remove the toying cruelty from his voice. “I have not seen him visit you, or his - is Erio his? His son. Not even a messenger. Surely you have better men lining up.”
and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?
@[Valdis] <3
