Kallan
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
Kallen raises a brow as he speaks, the mention of Dygra catching her ear. What interest did someone with such dull teeth and soft skin have with her? She was too far to confirm that he did in fact have dull canines but his being didn’t breathe fire the way that hers did, evident by how uncomfortable he seemed in this harsh environment. Had Dryga’s vision spread so far as to attract ill-prepared pilgrims?
“There is no path here, Caden.” She says it plainly, gesturing to the barren landscape. Although she doesn’t quite relax, his apparent cause and attempt at humor weren’t unwelcome, merely resting her hand over the sheath rather than brandishing it.
“This celebration though,” Her eyes flick to the wound he’s gestured at before quickly meeting his again. Although she derives no pleasure from eating other intelligent creatures he is lucky that they’ve crossed paths after her bloodlust has been quelled. “Why do you celebrate it?”
