One thing Amaris knew about was dragons - she had a wealth of knowledge, had been raised to revere them, had a dream to explore the fabled world that the greater, larger cousins came from. Dragons, to her, were almost as much of a religion as the Old Gods, as important her prayers to Mort and Ludo. She was surprised as the man gave a rather accurate summation of the whole experience - it indeed was holy, in a sense, and not something everyone got to experience.
"How did you come by Pemota?" she asked, curious to know if those outside of Stormbreak revered companions the same way - their entire militia were made up of an elite guard of Accepted bonded to dragons. Were the other areas similar, in any way? Did they have the ability to organise, to fall into a structure that would give them advantages over their enemies?
The Blade silently hoped not.
Twin golden gazes watched the starwhal, a light huff of smoke puffing out from the nostrils of the dragon as he lifted his crown to consider her more closely. The mistrust the little whale felt was rightly placed - for in every moment, the Blade was measuring the man, calculating just where she might stick a sharp edge into him, and bring about his demise (should he prove to be an aforementioned enemy, of course).
Still, she followed him, and they came to the storied Kraai - where they came to a rather abrupt stop. It would seem the man did not notice the sign or state of the bar, but it was very clear that the premises was closed.
"Amaris," she supplied to his floundering reach for a name she had not yet given. "I don't usually day-drink," it was a quip, an observation of the long day that was summer in Halo, as the sun only teased about setting every 'night', but never did actually dip below the horizon. "It would seem we are too late, or maybe too early, for today, though." Gesturing to the 'Closed' sign on the door, she gave a shrug of her slender shoulders.
"How did you come by Pemota?" she asked, curious to know if those outside of Stormbreak revered companions the same way - their entire militia were made up of an elite guard of Accepted bonded to dragons. Were the other areas similar, in any way? Did they have the ability to organise, to fall into a structure that would give them advantages over their enemies?
The Blade silently hoped not.
Twin golden gazes watched the starwhal, a light huff of smoke puffing out from the nostrils of the dragon as he lifted his crown to consider her more closely. The mistrust the little whale felt was rightly placed - for in every moment, the Blade was measuring the man, calculating just where she might stick a sharp edge into him, and bring about his demise (should he prove to be an aforementioned enemy, of course).
Still, she followed him, and they came to the storied Kraai - where they came to a rather abrupt stop. It would seem the man did not notice the sign or state of the bar, but it was very clear that the premises was closed.
"Amaris," she supplied to his floundering reach for a name she had not yet given. "I don't usually day-drink," it was a quip, an observation of the long day that was summer in Halo, as the sun only teased about setting every 'night', but never did actually dip below the horizon. "It would seem we are too late, or maybe too early, for today, though." Gesturing to the 'Closed' sign on the door, she gave a shrug of her slender shoulders.
Amaris
drákos istoría
