04-29-2019, 01:54 PM
There is a certain kind of palpable tension between the three of them. Litotes finds that the cool Loessian breeze does not soothe him as it once did. There is too much lava burbling beneath his skin, too volcanic of an anger rising in his mind. If he were a mountain, he would be ancient and insurmountable, cold topaz eyes glimmering with the smooth edge of the very dagger the East stabbed him with. He only reflects what they seem to see in him.
Still, as Dawn continues, he finds a tempered gaze and a level heart. He is not kind, but he is not fuming; instead, there are little puzzle pieces fitting together in his mind. Perhaps they were going to ask him to come back to the East, though why on earth would that make sense? Lie chews on the thought for a moment. No, it does not make sense, he decides. There are plenty of ready and willing volunteers to take the helm of Pangea, happier leaders that will try to steer the land in “a better direction.”
The cremello peers hard at Dawn. Her claims have no substance behind them, he thinks.
Starsin remains silent, a fact he finds hard to believe. When Lie realizes how quiet she is, he turns to her with a raised eyebrow. Interesting position for her to take, he thinks - though there is an absolute certainty that she has some manipulation hidden up her sleeve.
“I think it is best you go, Dawn,” he replies after a pause, mouth tight and words terse. “I will see you in the Cove later. We can talk then.” The cremello steps away, turning his body to walk further into Loess. A wild grin is plastered across his face, and he gives Starsin an annoying slap with his tail as he leaves.
@[Starsin] @[Dawn]
Still, as Dawn continues, he finds a tempered gaze and a level heart. He is not kind, but he is not fuming; instead, there are little puzzle pieces fitting together in his mind. Perhaps they were going to ask him to come back to the East, though why on earth would that make sense? Lie chews on the thought for a moment. No, it does not make sense, he decides. There are plenty of ready and willing volunteers to take the helm of Pangea, happier leaders that will try to steer the land in “a better direction.”
The cremello peers hard at Dawn. Her claims have no substance behind them, he thinks.
Starsin remains silent, a fact he finds hard to believe. When Lie realizes how quiet she is, he turns to her with a raised eyebrow. Interesting position for her to take, he thinks - though there is an absolute certainty that she has some manipulation hidden up her sleeve.
“I think it is best you go, Dawn,” he replies after a pause, mouth tight and words terse. “I will see you in the Cove later. We can talk then.” The cremello steps away, turning his body to walk further into Loess. A wild grin is plastered across his face, and he gives Starsin an annoying slap with his tail as he leaves.
@[Starsin] @[Dawn]
