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09-01-2016, 09:49 PM
He could not help the small, lopsided grin at the dark, gold-feathered mare’s shocked, round eyes. Ranjiri. That nearly sounded Dorobian. Or perhaps Korofi? A mixture of the two—though the woman carried no accent, nor any recognition of himself or his plainly Dorobian name. So he let his curiosity pass, instead dipping his massive, thick horn in greeting, “The pleasure is mine, Ranjiri.”
His attention left the uniquely crimson and pupil-less eyes, returning to Brisa as she spoke of alliances. This was familiar; he had been here just a few seasons (had it been a full season cycle? time was beginning to blend) discussing the same things with Lord Deimos. Only Elsa had been beside him, then. She, too, had been newly crowned, just as Alysanne. And both were equally hesitant with the thought of alliance, as told by Alysanne’s quick, questioning glance to himself.
But this time would be different. He would not make decisions alone, just as he would not bed his Queen. He appointed her because of her history and devotion to the Edge. Was she not the Devoted? He trusted her choice. So his eyes closely watched her as she responded to Brisa’s offering of an Alliance with a question: “Has the Falls been peaceful since the invasion?”
And his eyes turn back to Ranjiri as she spoke of crafting skills— masons made… stone? Yes, he remembered that from Mauja so many suns ago. A slow smile replaced the pensive solemnity, “Brisa, I trust you as a friend, but the scope of this agreement goes beyond our friendship. If, as Alysanne asked, the Falls has been peaceful, then we would gladly accept discussion with the leaders of the Falls about an alliance,” his head dipped, unknowingly to the new lead of the Falls, and to the Mason. “Regardless of complete alliance, we welcome trading between our Glaziers and your Masons. I know that our scholars were seeking stone for a building,” his low voice rumbled, “Is there any glass item we might make for you in return?”
His attention left the uniquely crimson and pupil-less eyes, returning to Brisa as she spoke of alliances. This was familiar; he had been here just a few seasons (had it been a full season cycle? time was beginning to blend) discussing the same things with Lord Deimos. Only Elsa had been beside him, then. She, too, had been newly crowned, just as Alysanne. And both were equally hesitant with the thought of alliance, as told by Alysanne’s quick, questioning glance to himself.
But this time would be different. He would not make decisions alone, just as he would not bed his Queen. He appointed her because of her history and devotion to the Edge. Was she not the Devoted? He trusted her choice. So his eyes closely watched her as she responded to Brisa’s offering of an Alliance with a question: “Has the Falls been peaceful since the invasion?”
And his eyes turn back to Ranjiri as she spoke of crafting skills— masons made… stone? Yes, he remembered that from Mauja so many suns ago. A slow smile replaced the pensive solemnity, “Brisa, I trust you as a friend, but the scope of this agreement goes beyond our friendship. If, as Alysanne asked, the Falls has been peaceful, then we would gladly accept discussion with the leaders of the Falls about an alliance,” his head dipped, unknowingly to the new lead of the Falls, and to the Mason. “Regardless of complete alliance, we welcome trading between our Glaziers and your Masons. I know that our scholars were seeking stone for a building,” his low voice rumbled, “Is there any glass item we might make for you in return?”
@Brisa Haha, he doesn't know she's Czarina yet ;P
Please tag Tembovu.
