02-10-2022, 10:58 PM
Nobody understands their own mortality like a prince. Superiority does not mean safety, Noceur knows this as well as any other Royal who must swim in the bright light, seemingly heedless of the dark sea that surrounds. It is what the people expect of their leaders, this sense of invulnerability. He can see that the creature before him is dangerous, but he does not let that trouble him greatly. He can be dangerous, too, and this is his home.
His sleek head tips slightly to one side, as though considering her angles, how even though her shape skims through the water, it still gives her away as Something Other. She thinks him foreign and alien, but it is the kelpie that does not belong in Baltia. Yet somehow, she feels comfortable demanding answers from him. An ugly sneer ripples across the glassy skin of his face, her shark's grin is met by the dim flash of his own teeth, pin-sharp and too long, too numerous.
"No," he says, bold words tinged with his soft, curling, accent, "No, this is not your place. You will not question me."
And then, because he is fair - at least where his mother's eyes might reach - he waits. He waits for the interloper to show that she understands her error, that understanding is a thing she is capable of doing, though he does not hold a great deal of optimism in this respect. It is impressive she can speak, but after all any fish can grunt.
"You're trespassing, Little Fish. Why?"
His sleek head tips slightly to one side, as though considering her angles, how even though her shape skims through the water, it still gives her away as Something Other. She thinks him foreign and alien, but it is the kelpie that does not belong in Baltia. Yet somehow, she feels comfortable demanding answers from him. An ugly sneer ripples across the glassy skin of his face, her shark's grin is met by the dim flash of his own teeth, pin-sharp and too long, too numerous.
"No," he says, bold words tinged with his soft, curling, accent, "No, this is not your place. You will not question me."
And then, because he is fair - at least where his mother's eyes might reach - he waits. He waits for the interloper to show that she understands her error, that understanding is a thing she is capable of doing, though he does not hold a great deal of optimism in this respect. It is impressive she can speak, but after all any fish can grunt.
"You're trespassing, Little Fish. Why?"
@Waverly