// think of the sun that shaped them //
Searching and seeking once more, she crouched low, applying attention to an assortment of nettles she’d combed through already, hopeful there were still some little herbal flowers remaining on their thorns. “I don’t think so,” she answered at first, because Maea seemed to have taken her meaning into a completely different direction. Shaking her head, she gave a sigh, wondering if there seemed to be other implications within those threads that she simply wasn’t understanding. “In the heat of battle…in travels and journeys…goodness, I could imagine even enjoying yourself with others in the same capacity, but I think some conversations probably need to be had first. Ancients don’t have the Attuned bond. No one has any way of knowing its you.”
So therefore the fear would remain. The stigma placed – unless Maea deigned to do something about it. If she preferred to lord over with her prowess, then she’d likely find the same results as she had today. “Unless that’s your goal, and if that’s the case, then I think there will be more problems ahead. Black dragons are known to be the most hostile.” And therefore, people would react as they saw fit – in fear, as she’d done – or in some other capacity, like hunting. Like mauling in return.
Mittens glared as the apology came forth, but it’d always been the sort to not appreciate delays in such facets. Lena nodded, accepting it as it was, uncertain if her words would echo or alter anything.
So therefore the fear would remain. The stigma placed – unless Maea deigned to do something about it. If she preferred to lord over with her prowess, then she’d likely find the same results as she had today. “Unless that’s your goal, and if that’s the case, then I think there will be more problems ahead. Black dragons are known to be the most hostile.” And therefore, people would react as they saw fit – in fear, as she’d done – or in some other capacity, like hunting. Like mauling in return.
Mittens glared as the apology came forth, but it’d always been the sort to not appreciate delays in such facets. Lena nodded, accepting it as it was, uncertain if her words would echo or alter anything.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
