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12-23-2016, 11:51 AM
He moves to follow her when she seems to prepare to alight, both suddenly cutting short their movements. She does so for some thought, he assumes, while he does so because, well, she’s allowed to be the leader. He lets everyone be, if they want, the sort to take a passive role, a follower. Had he ever been a leader, really? For the son of a great and well loved King, Dragomir certainly lacked the aptitude for guiding others, though he certainly encompassed the other aspects of such a man who would rule. Kind, intelligent, and loyal to his loves, the only things that held the painted one back from the path of his sire are his cowardice, and his lack of drive. Where his father would have leapt into war, his cries monolithic bastions to which his men would cling, Dragomir prefers to stand in the shadow of that mechanized beast, studying the turning of its gears. However, he is a studious knight, a good man to know, though he might not be capable of leading legions, or even a few. Three days. He nods that he understands, and that it is suitable with his timeline, though, he too, will have to rush away and back to tell others where he is, and will be. After returning to Helovia, and Ranjiri, to hear of what had happened… It was perhaps needless to say he would watch over her more studiously now, than he had before. He wouldn’t take for granted her kindness, or her love, as he had foolishly done not so long ago. "Three days," he repeats, nodding his head in farewell, and turning to walk away, back towards where he'd left his small family. Dragomir |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
