We are at war. There will be scars.
He had been looking for a conversation partner among the horses assembled within the meadow, but the correct conversation partner had apparently found him instead. He spots the girl approaching before she speaks and turns to her, noting instantly the way she moves with purpose. It is the first time he's met someone truly his own age, but it only takes him a moment to suspect that she may be about as likely to act her age as he is.Which is to say, not terribly.
He watches her with a level gaze as she comes nearer, and when she speaks, he flicks his ears to listen. The iron boy doesn't fear the fire; metal doesn't melt so easily, not the tempered kind that Erebor is made of. The fire girl names him, and places him within the Chamber, and he is instantly interested. He is subtly more aware of his surroundings, sensing to see whether, perhaps, this is some kind of elaborate trap. But the meadow is quiet around them, no other horses are coming his way, and nothing that he can see lingers within the shadows of the trees.
And so, in the split second it's taken him to determine his continued safety, he decides to be charming to the girl.
His lips split into a small smile. "I thought I'd be a little older before I'd have a reputation." His voice has a slight edge of hesitation to it, and he's not quite radiating perfect warmth, the smooth and silky delivery the way a true charmer would. He's honed his skills of charm quite well, but it's not his true nature; he can put it on like a cloak, the dashing smile, the handsome prince act, but at the core it's just a veneer over the cold, hard metal of the soldier. It's just another way to get his way. And as such it's something he must work at, must practice. And as of now he's good, but he is not great.
"You know my name. Tell me, what should I call you?" He is curious to know how she knew him, why she was here, where home might be (he's always looking for those that he can bring back to the Chamber). But for now he is the disciplined soldier, his posture straight , tall, and proud, and his silence absolute as he waits for his new acquaintance (although perhaps he's the only one in the conversation who finds that acquaintance new).
Erebor
Native Prince of the Chamber
warship x straia
I liked it ^_^ I don't especially like mine >_>