Perhaps the man wouldn't be so grateful to know why she lingered, why she exposed herself to a sick individual. Amaris merely silently observed his behaviour with the critical eye of a wolf observing a herd of deer, and honing in on the sick one to focus the pack's hunting efforts on. The slim woman deftly side-stepped out of the way of the man's stumbling gait, not allowing him to touch her, lest he be one of the more unfavourable races.
She couldn't really disagree with his assessment of Halo, but with the looks the locals were giving both of them - she for the dragon slung about her shoulders, he for his behaviour, she assumed - the Blade wasn't exactly keen on asking for local assistance. Besides, she was meant to lie low.
"Dragons love trinkets, things that shine, things of sentimental value. They also value food - I hunted a wild buck and presented the entire carcass to her, with the antlers decorated with gems and toys from my childhood." Child though she may have been, adept with weapons and being trained in such ways from a young age allowed her to claim such feats with open honesty. "..Pemota?"
The question rang out, before the dragon on her shoulders made a soft bugling note as he spotted something in the skies above. With her own gaze following, Amaris soon learned who Pemota was, and couldn't help the smile that touched her lips at the sight. Though it wasn't a dragon, that this man had a bond with a companion at all softened the Blade's initial standoffish feelings into something more genuinely amicable.
"Oh, I see," was all she had to say on his explanation of he and his husband's 'system'. Amaris kept looking, even as Dramyrth whined lowly against her something about this job being much easier if he could give her a view from the skies. But she kept him close, unwilling to draw that much attention to both of them. "Where's home?"
She couldn't really disagree with his assessment of Halo, but with the looks the locals were giving both of them - she for the dragon slung about her shoulders, he for his behaviour, she assumed - the Blade wasn't exactly keen on asking for local assistance. Besides, she was meant to lie low.
"Dragons love trinkets, things that shine, things of sentimental value. They also value food - I hunted a wild buck and presented the entire carcass to her, with the antlers decorated with gems and toys from my childhood." Child though she may have been, adept with weapons and being trained in such ways from a young age allowed her to claim such feats with open honesty. "..Pemota?"
The question rang out, before the dragon on her shoulders made a soft bugling note as he spotted something in the skies above. With her own gaze following, Amaris soon learned who Pemota was, and couldn't help the smile that touched her lips at the sight. Though it wasn't a dragon, that this man had a bond with a companion at all softened the Blade's initial standoffish feelings into something more genuinely amicable.
"Oh, I see," was all she had to say on his explanation of he and his husband's 'system'. Amaris kept looking, even as Dramyrth whined lowly against her something about this job being much easier if he could give her a view from the skies. But she kept him close, unwilling to draw that much attention to both of them. "Where's home?"
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