05-27-2020, 12:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-27-2020, 12:05 PM by Leilan.
Edit Reason: Must became mist and it wrecked the dialogue
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A new beginning, a clean slate. That’s what the Isle had been for him all those years ago, part of the reason he’d claimed back then, and reclaimed it last year. If no-one else cared about the one land that defined the North as... well, north, that was their own problem. But he did. Always had and always would - he was one of those that picked a thing or two they liked and never changed his mind.
It was the same reason he’d always love Breckin, and would always remember the sight of her leaving with another as if he didn’t exist. Scratch that thought. He wished he could, though.
In a similar manner, he instantly liked or disliked most around him. Castile hadn’t even truly landed into his bad graces.
Fortunately today, both the black-and-silver and the starry-gold male fell into that category. They had an ease about them that made him comfortable enough, at least for now; in fact there was a trace of familiarity with the other recruiter’s gold tattoos, a similar one once on the face of a boy he knew - Jenny’s kid. But he’s long gone for sure, and besides, an adult, as he’d been older than Eurwen.
Either fortunately or unfortunately however, Leilan isn’t the type to indulge in personal lives, at least not on that deep a level, What makes him think of the subject anyway? Clearly he’s in a melancholic mood, first Breckin, then the kids. He focuses back on the conversation, nodding to the both if them politely, then outing a short laugh. ”That, you certainly did, my friend. Though I can’t help but wonder if you didn’t already know.” He didn’t look the type to not know, anyway, with what he presumed an age close to his own - though he himself had stopped aging at about a decade old, so nobody could probably tell he was nearing his second.
”I’m Leilan. And the south is indeed nice,” he agrees. ”If nice is what you’re looking for, anyway. My home’s due north - far as one can get. It has - had, I must say - the best views. Nights are still worth it though.” he tells them. ”It’s cold, of course, but not so bad once you’re used to it. Got burnt to a crisp recently though - we’re still rebuilding. Thankfully Loess has been a decent ally since.” He smiles a bit at the gold-marked tobiano at that. It’s not their fault that their king went on a rampage, but it sure helped that they’d been willing to talk about it as a problem that needed fixing, rather than giving them pity or fairies forbid, attempt to prey on them. Attempt, because preying on northerners would be met in kind.
Eyeing the star-and-gold male however, he frowns at the comment. ”Thanks, I guess.” Damn but his experience with mind-readers wasn’t the best. At least this guy let him know and then apologised - unlike the magician who came for his land, and the Sylvan mare.
It was the same reason he’d always love Breckin, and would always remember the sight of her leaving with another as if he didn’t exist. Scratch that thought. He wished he could, though.
In a similar manner, he instantly liked or disliked most around him. Castile hadn’t even truly landed into his bad graces.
Fortunately today, both the black-and-silver and the starry-gold male fell into that category. They had an ease about them that made him comfortable enough, at least for now; in fact there was a trace of familiarity with the other recruiter’s gold tattoos, a similar one once on the face of a boy he knew - Jenny’s kid. But he’s long gone for sure, and besides, an adult, as he’d been older than Eurwen.
Either fortunately or unfortunately however, Leilan isn’t the type to indulge in personal lives, at least not on that deep a level, What makes him think of the subject anyway? Clearly he’s in a melancholic mood, first Breckin, then the kids. He focuses back on the conversation, nodding to the both if them politely, then outing a short laugh. ”That, you certainly did, my friend. Though I can’t help but wonder if you didn’t already know.” He didn’t look the type to not know, anyway, with what he presumed an age close to his own - though he himself had stopped aging at about a decade old, so nobody could probably tell he was nearing his second.
”I’m Leilan. And the south is indeed nice,” he agrees. ”If nice is what you’re looking for, anyway. My home’s due north - far as one can get. It has - had, I must say - the best views. Nights are still worth it though.” he tells them. ”It’s cold, of course, but not so bad once you’re used to it. Got burnt to a crisp recently though - we’re still rebuilding. Thankfully Loess has been a decent ally since.” He smiles a bit at the gold-marked tobiano at that. It’s not their fault that their king went on a rampage, but it sure helped that they’d been willing to talk about it as a problem that needed fixing, rather than giving them pity or fairies forbid, attempt to prey on them. Attempt, because preying on northerners would be met in kind.
Eyeing the star-and-gold male however, he frowns at the comment. ”Thanks, I guess.” Damn but his experience with mind-readers wasn’t the best. At least this guy let him know and then apologised - unlike the magician who came for his land, and the Sylvan mare.
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Malone] Yours next
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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