don't you know i'm no good for you?
He’d forgotten that Jigano had been there during the hunt, too distracted by the wound he’d sustained from the attack from Deimos to recall much from that day. But he nods, gaze flickering back to the daggers in hand, nothing else to add until Jigano speaks of magic. And he supposes it makes sense, in whatever little amount of knowledge he does know. Was it similar to the way he could call creatures close versus how he’d adapted to try and get them to do things and watching as they did?
It’s the only experience he has.
But those thoughts falter when Jigano brings up the dragon and his jaw clenches. Hard. “I spoke with Amalia before we went. The goal wasn’t to kill the dragon, it was to see if it would be willing to come back. All Safrin said she needed was a heart — didn’t specify its death, and so… Dragons, I had read, Attuned could speak to them.” He sighs, having not realized how large these creatures were. “So we initially had gone to try and talk to it, convince it to come. Only, obviously, that’s not what happened. I didn’t know how large dragons were, nor did I think we’d stumble across a white one.”
His gaze lifts to the coastline again, attuned bond coated in the feelings he can’t damper down. Pain, sorrow, shame. “I didn’t do enough research on it, and those I talked to imagined it would be fine. My only experience with dragons at all are the companions here, so I was blinded by that mostly.” Blinded by other things. “I never meant for it to happen. And if I could redo it, I would absolutely go for something like a banshee or anything else closer. But I can’t.” He frowns to this, muscles clenching again. “But by all means, if you want to take out your anger about it on me like Deimos did, I won’t stop you.” He hadn’t really stopped Deimos either, fully believing he’d deserved every moment of it.
It’s the only experience he has.
But those thoughts falter when Jigano brings up the dragon and his jaw clenches. Hard. “I spoke with Amalia before we went. The goal wasn’t to kill the dragon, it was to see if it would be willing to come back. All Safrin said she needed was a heart — didn’t specify its death, and so… Dragons, I had read, Attuned could speak to them.” He sighs, having not realized how large these creatures were. “So we initially had gone to try and talk to it, convince it to come. Only, obviously, that’s not what happened. I didn’t know how large dragons were, nor did I think we’d stumble across a white one.”
His gaze lifts to the coastline again, attuned bond coated in the feelings he can’t damper down. Pain, sorrow, shame. “I didn’t do enough research on it, and those I talked to imagined it would be fine. My only experience with dragons at all are the companions here, so I was blinded by that mostly.” Blinded by other things. “I never meant for it to happen. And if I could redo it, I would absolutely go for something like a banshee or anything else closer. But I can’t.” He frowns to this, muscles clenching again. “But by all means, if you want to take out your anger about it on me like Deimos did, I won’t stop you.” He hadn’t really stopped Deimos either, fully believing he’d deserved every moment of it.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
