09-14-2020, 03:30 PM
Leilan
The council meeting just earlier has been... something, to say the least. But truth be told he hadn’t actually held back on any sort of sharp, quick-witted, and somewhat rude comments had been born into his mind. He hadn’t put a stop to it, and once started, as usual couldn’t help himself. It’s possible that that was what had earned Lilli’s glaring - or the fact that both her sons would join him in the Alliance. While they were adults in almost every aspect of the word, he knows that two years old, for a firstborn, feels like two months. Hadn’t he, after all, once upon a time decided a two year old colt wasn’t protection enough for his daughter?
Circumstances had of course been different, and honestly he needed them. Not for the protection they could offer, but he needed them to grow and prosper perhaps more than they needed it themselves. Proving to himself and to outsiders that he could, in fact, take good care of the boys who made it to the Isle - and that it was an okay living place again, even without the pine forest.
As the meeting - announcement really - ends, he’s not surprised to find Nashua and Yanhua both lingering. To offer oneself to fight in the Alliance battles wasn’t a decision made in one day (though he suspected for Nash it might have been), and it might be good to use the opportunity of them both here to talk it over.
The dragon-blood stallion grins to the duo, easily chipping in himself. ”Horned one, Winged one. Got it,” he nods to them and smirks. ”I hope you both didn’t take bets on this?” More or less a joke, he waits for it to land it’s hidden meaning. It’s all fun and good to challenge one another, but to fight your own, takes a different sort of guts than stepping forward at all. And who knows who they’ll meet. There’s lots of friends and families involved in this, especially for Nashua who has wandered to the ends of the earth already.
When Yan asks about going easy though, the ice-scaled stallion snorts. ”About that,” he looks to Yanhua, more serious now. ”How much battle experience do you have?” He’s pretty sure he knows the striped boy’s answer - none, really - and figures for Yanhua it might just be the same.
Circumstances had of course been different, and honestly he needed them. Not for the protection they could offer, but he needed them to grow and prosper perhaps more than they needed it themselves. Proving to himself and to outsiders that he could, in fact, take good care of the boys who made it to the Isle - and that it was an okay living place again, even without the pine forest.
As the meeting - announcement really - ends, he’s not surprised to find Nashua and Yanhua both lingering. To offer oneself to fight in the Alliance battles wasn’t a decision made in one day (though he suspected for Nash it might have been), and it might be good to use the opportunity of them both here to talk it over.
The dragon-blood stallion grins to the duo, easily chipping in himself. ”Horned one, Winged one. Got it,” he nods to them and smirks. ”I hope you both didn’t take bets on this?” More or less a joke, he waits for it to land it’s hidden meaning. It’s all fun and good to challenge one another, but to fight your own, takes a different sort of guts than stepping forward at all. And who knows who they’ll meet. There’s lots of friends and families involved in this, especially for Nashua who has wandered to the ends of the earth already.
When Yan asks about going easy though, the ice-scaled stallion snorts. ”About that,” he looks to Yanhua, more serious now. ”How much battle experience do you have?” He’s pretty sure he knows the striped boy’s answer - none, really - and figures for Yanhua it might just be the same.
I just wanna be someone
well, doesn’t everyone?
well, doesn’t everyone?
Image commissioned by Vanilla, made by AshesDrawn on DA
@[Nashua]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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