10-12-2018, 08:17 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
The metallic colour on his newfound kingdom-mate is a dead giveaway; and looking him over, the gold-tinted bay roan knows him. Strength category, just like him. No way he's going for a pure diplomatic route, that's certain. Now all he needs to assess is, if this warrior would lose his head to the adrenalin rush, or could think clearly. He sure knows that his constant taunting in battle upset Viserion earlier, when he was still in Ischia - ultimately, that mock had ended prematurely because the scaled boy was just that, a boy, and a little too serious for Leilan's taste when it came to wounding a mock partner. Clearly that kid had a lot to learn, still. But Castile, seemed much more patient, and took his question seriously.
That usually is one of the two known ways to settle down the shimmering bay roan. Nodding to the given answer, he smiles a bit. Takes one to know one, he presumes; Castile is one of the later generation of Amazon princes, it seems. "Ah, yes. They'll give a lovely title for colts they have no use for, and suppose they'll have to be happy about it." He shakes his mane. "But it's still home, in a way." He knows his mother was opposed to the idea, at least when it came down to his own father, but the fact is, no Amazon would have given a colt a rank at the time. It's why he left, ultimately (even going so far as being angry with his twin sister over it). But Beqanna was home; he was here again, wasn't he?
At the mention of Breckin's name, his ears perk towards the man in interest of what she seemed to have told him, then his eyes cast sideways to assure himself she's still there, in the distance, not being attacked or anything. Reassured, he looks at Castile again and nods. "Did she tell you about Klaudius' threat to her person, though?" he wishes to know. If he doesn't know, the man should know now.
When it's his own turn to be studies, Castile's wings ripple and shift shape to a dragonlike form. It reminds him of Leliana, having instinctively reacted the same way to his scaled appearance, and he thinks nothing of it, because he doesn't know that there's more to the tobiano's shifting capabilities. He'd have liked to know, to be honest, it might feel more secure. The man is a warrior, that is clear. But a dragon sure is much more imposing than a horse can ever be. Still, come time, they'll find out what they're worth.
But the mismatch-eyed man has a return question, and Leilan grins sheepishly. "I've a bunch of family here, that's true, and even the Ischian tropics are no match for the Jungle as it was," he starts. "But if we're being real honest, I'm here because Breckin asked me to." That, however, is an answer that could still go two ways, he supposes - she could have asked for kingdom loyalty, instead of demanding he stay so they could just be together. If it weren't for the obvious look in his eyes, or the tone of his voice, that was. It should be clear it's the latter, at least, if the other man is interested in that sort of thing. If he isn't, if he misses it - he'll find out later, probably.
That usually is one of the two known ways to settle down the shimmering bay roan. Nodding to the given answer, he smiles a bit. Takes one to know one, he presumes; Castile is one of the later generation of Amazon princes, it seems. "Ah, yes. They'll give a lovely title for colts they have no use for, and suppose they'll have to be happy about it." He shakes his mane. "But it's still home, in a way." He knows his mother was opposed to the idea, at least when it came down to his own father, but the fact is, no Amazon would have given a colt a rank at the time. It's why he left, ultimately (even going so far as being angry with his twin sister over it). But Beqanna was home; he was here again, wasn't he?
At the mention of Breckin's name, his ears perk towards the man in interest of what she seemed to have told him, then his eyes cast sideways to assure himself she's still there, in the distance, not being attacked or anything. Reassured, he looks at Castile again and nods. "Did she tell you about Klaudius' threat to her person, though?" he wishes to know. If he doesn't know, the man should know now.
When it's his own turn to be studies, Castile's wings ripple and shift shape to a dragonlike form. It reminds him of Leliana, having instinctively reacted the same way to his scaled appearance, and he thinks nothing of it, because he doesn't know that there's more to the tobiano's shifting capabilities. He'd have liked to know, to be honest, it might feel more secure. The man is a warrior, that is clear. But a dragon sure is much more imposing than a horse can ever be. Still, come time, they'll find out what they're worth.
But the mismatch-eyed man has a return question, and Leilan grins sheepishly. "I've a bunch of family here, that's true, and even the Ischian tropics are no match for the Jungle as it was," he starts. "But if we're being real honest, I'm here because Breckin asked me to." That, however, is an answer that could still go two ways, he supposes - she could have asked for kingdom loyalty, instead of demanding he stay so they could just be together. If it weren't for the obvious look in his eyes, or the tone of his voice, that was. It should be clear it's the latter, at least, if the other man is interested in that sort of thing. If he isn't, if he misses it - he'll find out later, probably.
@[Castile]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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