They are a colorful bunch both in appearance and in presence.
They are quiet, too, though a certain sense of purpose hums unspoken among them.
Whether they are driven by the painted stallion’s minor speech – incited, excited, delighted – or simply drawn to his alluring facade of fire and smoke remains to be truly seen. It is hard to know one’s thoughts when they remain unspoken, after all.
Doctor remains steady where he stands, offering each arrival a minor glance of his coppery eyes set soundly in the dark mask of his face. All of them bear fire in some sense, either in their coloring or their outright magics, and it brings a minor smile to the dun’s lips. What a pleasant little company they make.
None have truly prompted the originator of their group to speak further, save for himself, so Doctor only awaits the answer.
And, although he is not disappointed, he finds himself mildly skeptical.
“A challenge, to be sure,” he responds with a soft exhale of smoke. “Those who live in kingdoms are often fiercely loyal to them.” Again he considers the others, though, and nods as if having made a decision. “Short of gods and true magicians, I’d imagine the right bunch could achieve such a goal of destruction.” His smile turns to a grin and his eyes flicker with the firelight of Çevik’s banners.
Overhead, a raven takes wing.
“Where should we begin?”
They are quiet, too, though a certain sense of purpose hums unspoken among them.
Whether they are driven by the painted stallion’s minor speech – incited, excited, delighted – or simply drawn to his alluring facade of fire and smoke remains to be truly seen. It is hard to know one’s thoughts when they remain unspoken, after all.
Doctor remains steady where he stands, offering each arrival a minor glance of his coppery eyes set soundly in the dark mask of his face. All of them bear fire in some sense, either in their coloring or their outright magics, and it brings a minor smile to the dun’s lips. What a pleasant little company they make.
None have truly prompted the originator of their group to speak further, save for himself, so Doctor only awaits the answer.
And, although he is not disappointed, he finds himself mildly skeptical.
“A challenge, to be sure,” he responds with a soft exhale of smoke. “Those who live in kingdoms are often fiercely loyal to them.” Again he considers the others, though, and nods as if having made a decision. “Short of gods and true magicians, I’d imagine the right bunch could achieve such a goal of destruction.” His smile turns to a grin and his eyes flicker with the firelight of Çevik’s banners.
Overhead, a raven takes wing.
“Where should we begin?”
doctor
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