and the only solution was to stand and fight
In the back of his thoughts prior to instant flames and conflagrations, he figured he could recreate and sketch the tangleweed later, committing it to memory before he promptly set it alight. “Thank you,” and he gave a singular nod with the slight smile still remaining amongst his features, watching as the sticks and bramble disintegrated into ash.
The sigh sent his brow arching though, and he didn’t expect any of the following sentences to unfurl. Flora had that way about her though – surprises, unpredictable reaches. Much like her mother in those facets. If his eyes widened slightly at her admission of demigodhood, something he’d avoided because he’d always refused the very thought of chains, he pretended it didn’t occur, taking a breath and letting his gaze to residual, normal amusements. The bewilderment and concern had probably already landed with Remi and Ronin anyway. His tones gave a content rumble instead, because it'd been her own lot in life to pick and choose; no matter the misgivings of others. “Congratulations. I had not heard about it. Safrin?” What the lady of the stars could provide to another of her constituents seemed to have no bounds either – given how Hadama’s abilities had claimed many.
The compliment made him snort, but it never took much to persuade him into any sort of training. “I was going to linger around until the boys were done, so, I do have the time,” and he gave another glance their way, content to find them digging in the sand. When his gaze flicked back over to the Queen, his thoughts had already begun to contort and wrap around plausible courses. “I need to use my fire offensively to strengthen it,” but not if she didn’t have a means of defending herself – unless, like always, she had something else up her sleeve. “What did you have in mind?”
The sigh sent his brow arching though, and he didn’t expect any of the following sentences to unfurl. Flora had that way about her though – surprises, unpredictable reaches. Much like her mother in those facets. If his eyes widened slightly at her admission of demigodhood, something he’d avoided because he’d always refused the very thought of chains, he pretended it didn’t occur, taking a breath and letting his gaze to residual, normal amusements. The bewilderment and concern had probably already landed with Remi and Ronin anyway. His tones gave a content rumble instead, because it'd been her own lot in life to pick and choose; no matter the misgivings of others. “Congratulations. I had not heard about it. Safrin?” What the lady of the stars could provide to another of her constituents seemed to have no bounds either – given how Hadama’s abilities had claimed many.
The compliment made him snort, but it never took much to persuade him into any sort of training. “I was going to linger around until the boys were done, so, I do have the time,” and he gave another glance their way, content to find them digging in the sand. When his gaze flicked back over to the Queen, his thoughts had already begun to contort and wrap around plausible courses. “I need to use my fire offensively to strengthen it,” but not if she didn’t have a means of defending herself – unless, like always, she had something else up her sleeve. “What did you have in mind?”
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