useless, trying to fight, and the truth is
Oblivious to what replication or caution his presence might bring, Marcus approached the woman. His scarf covered most of his face, and his cloak made him seem a looming figure, but it was ultimately clear that he was not a threat.
”Nice dragon.” The youth replied when he was close enough not to yell across the driving snow, a smile breaking across his features that wrinkled the corners of his eyes in the tell-tale Olson way. He stopped, looking at the woman and glancing at her dragon briefly. Cerulean eyes came back to her, and then he turned, pointing. ”The Citadel is back that way, you know.” His head tilted some as he looked her up and down. She was dressed warmly, sure, but not warmly enough to indicate to him she meant to spend any amount of time out here on the Tundra.
”Nice dragon.” The youth replied when he was close enough not to yell across the driving snow, a smile breaking across his features that wrinkled the corners of his eyes in the tell-tale Olson way. He stopped, looking at the woman and glancing at her dragon briefly. Cerulean eyes came back to her, and then he turned, pointing. ”The Citadel is back that way, you know.” His head tilted some as he looked her up and down. She was dressed warmly, sure, but not warmly enough to indicate to him she meant to spend any amount of time out here on the Tundra.
i'd rather be BLIND
