there's a song in your lung
and a dream in your eye
Bravery is easy when one knows what lay beyond the boundaries of death. There is little left to fear when life has been put so ruthlessly into perspective by an unkind universe. For her, it is easy to face challenges with bold equanimity when there is little the dragon woman could do to her that might be worse than has already been done. She has no need to prove anything. Not in this respect, at least.
The absence of her lights are noted, with the smirk lingering on Scorch’s lips offering ample proof. She experiences a brief moment of confusion as the woman’s face begins to distort, several lumps forming along the bridge of her hairless nose. As the amorphous bulges slowly begin to take form, one brow tilts up. The double horns take shape, eliciting the fractured mare’s amusement. It seems they had come to the point of subtle vaunting. It brings a quirk to her lips, a small sign of her internal mirth.
She speaks then, mundane words in comparison to the sideshow they both seem to have fallen into. And Joscelin, for all her occasional maturity, cannot help but respond in kind. The black cracks scoring her body slowly begin to shine with a dim light, pulsing in time to her steady heartbeat. Her ears are tipped forward to catch her words, and she smiles then. A wry smile, acknowledging the subtle jab of her words.
The curving of her lips is the only indication of her reaction to Scorch’s gibe.
I think that I would like to be placed in both rankings until I find what fits me best. I do not have the silver tongue of my mother or father, though I learned plenty of diplomacy from them, but my battle skills are untested as yet.
She pauses then, golden eyes silently studying the Khaleesi.
In the interest of bettering those skills, which kingdoms might I challenge?
joscelin