11-04-2015, 05:27 PM
He would like to say that he is surprised to see Infection joining their party, but he honestly cannot say that he is. The creature seems to have a way of simply turning up whenever it suits his fancy. And unfortunately, it seems to suit his fancy quite often of late.
Hurricane spares the man a brief, hard glance as he ambles into the party with the faintest hint of a toothy grin adorning his features. He turns his attention back to the women when Infection appears content to offer only his name and no other opinions.
It seems his words have struck up some curiosity in the two women, though they demure in affirming or denying an alliance until hearing the proposition. His features soften slightly, though his expression remains neutral. He had been unsure of how they might receive such a suggestion, and that they hadn’t outright denied him brings a faint stirring relief, though the most difficult part is yet to come.
Dipping his head slightly, he acknowledges their words before offering a brief explanation.
”I would propose and exchange, of sorts. Quite similar to what we have done in years past. Our fillies for your colts.”
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
”Details would need to be hammered out, of course. And I would need to put the idea before the Brotherhood for approval.”
Much as he assumed they would need to put it before their kingdom (though he expects little in the way of objections from the Brotherhood). As far as he is concerned, it really is quite a sensible solution, for though the men of the Tundra may be few in number, they are a rather prolific bunch.
Hurricane spares the man a brief, hard glance as he ambles into the party with the faintest hint of a toothy grin adorning his features. He turns his attention back to the women when Infection appears content to offer only his name and no other opinions.
It seems his words have struck up some curiosity in the two women, though they demure in affirming or denying an alliance until hearing the proposition. His features soften slightly, though his expression remains neutral. He had been unsure of how they might receive such a suggestion, and that they hadn’t outright denied him brings a faint stirring relief, though the most difficult part is yet to come.
Dipping his head slightly, he acknowledges their words before offering a brief explanation.
”I would propose and exchange, of sorts. Quite similar to what we have done in years past. Our fillies for your colts.”
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
”Details would need to be hammered out, of course. And I would need to put the idea before the Brotherhood for approval.”
Much as he assumed they would need to put it before their kingdom (though he expects little in the way of objections from the Brotherhood). As far as he is concerned, it really is quite a sensible solution, for though the men of the Tundra may be few in number, they are a rather prolific bunch.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
I'm sorry for the wait!