06-09-2015, 09:14 PM
We are at war. There will be scars.
When Scorch appears, he instantly looks to her and instantly knows that she is a personage of importance. He's learning much from his travels, growing by leaps and bounds, and recognizing royalty is one of the chief things he can add to his resume. He can tell it by the way she holds herself, by the way she emerges from the jungle as though born to it. When she introduces herself, he is quick to bow his head in gentle deference. She is no queen of his, but she is still owed respect simply by her station. He may be from the evil kingdom, but he is not above manners. "An honor, Khaleesi." he says, and he means it legitimately. It is always an honor to meet those who know more than he, to meet those who rule places that his kingdom might one day seek to impress, or to ally with.Then a girl appears, melting from the jungle much like Scorch had. Erebor doesn't recognize her, but he doesn't miss the way her eyes seem to linger on him for just a moment longer. He is somewhat curious about her too; it's not every day he sees another younger horse that behaves anywhere close to how he behaves. He makes a mental note to seek for her later, so they may compare notes. Nayl, he thinks.
Talk turns back around to the history lesson, and he forgets anything having to do with social calls. You see, Erebor is that boy who knows absolutely everything about World Wars I and II. He's that military history nerd, the one who could tell you the name and positives/negatives of every type of military aircraft in the history of the world. Well, he would be that if he lived in a world that had planes, or humans to fly them. But as it is he's settled for being the most effective historian of his own family that he can possibly become.
He takes mental notes as Straia speaks, talking of Rodrik (a name he's heard )and Kagerou (another name he's heard). He doesn't know exactly who they were in the way that his father has spoken of his grandfather Atrox, but the way they're discussed makes him feel that he's every bit as honored to have their blood running through his veins as he is to have the blood of Atrox.
His mother finishes speaking, and he finds himself looking around the jungle with new eyes. Now that they have been here for some minutes, he can see just how unforgiving the place can be. He can see the vines that might trip up the unwary. He can hear the things that slither and hiss and purr just outside of sight. And truly, truly he is honored to be descended from someone who once ruled here. It has a similar strength to the Chamber, he thinks. Not the same, but similar. "I can feel the strength in this land. It is an honor to have roots here." he says simply, his deep voice almost hushed. He is serious, genuine, and eloquent, and then he is silent.
Erebor
Native Prince of the Chamber
warship x straia