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01-03-2016, 04:46 AM
His ears and attention flicked towards the Icebound at her words, twitching once as she turned the phrase, ‘to fit our wants.’ It was not a phrase he, the diplomatic-bent lead would have used. Though they both had their strengths and weaknesses— she was a formidable foe on the battlefield whilst he could turn smiles and form phrases that seemed to please most.
But he would not be turning a smile on the Reaper’s face, today. His was a cold, nonchalant gaze, determined on creating alliance. It shifted between the Edge’s monarchs as his blunt words answered both the King’s and Queen’s questions. The Elephant noted, and appreciated, the straightforward honesty with which the Basin Lord spoke. It was a refreshing change from his political tangos in Dorobo, with two-faced men and three-meaning words. So, despite the ominous and dangerous aura exuded from the dark grey, the giant found himself enjoying the political transaction with the man.
His great head nodded once, in understanding, as Deimos further illuminated more history of the Edge to him. He had not known so much about the invasion, and found such explanations quite informative. Though his mind had picked out the phrase “shared enemies”, rolling around the word as he wondering who might be an enemy of both the Edge and the Basin.
He also mulled the idea of craftsmanship, wondering just what the Basin crafted— how ignorant the great Elephant was! But that would be a question for a later time, perhaps of his lovely, forcibly smiling Queen. More important questions were at hand, “Does the Basin have any enemies, currently?” For the giant should know whom he was agreeing to have his Edge spy upon or fight, should the need arise.
He then nodded, “The terms are sufficient. The Edge agrees to an alliance. Tell us if there is a particular needed item you or the Basin desires, Lord Deimos, and I will see if our Glaziers can create it.” He had addressed the Lord by his title and switched to the imperial ‘we.’ Satisfaction bloomed in his barrel as he awaited if his Queen had anything to add.
But he would not be turning a smile on the Reaper’s face, today. His was a cold, nonchalant gaze, determined on creating alliance. It shifted between the Edge’s monarchs as his blunt words answered both the King’s and Queen’s questions. The Elephant noted, and appreciated, the straightforward honesty with which the Basin Lord spoke. It was a refreshing change from his political tangos in Dorobo, with two-faced men and three-meaning words. So, despite the ominous and dangerous aura exuded from the dark grey, the giant found himself enjoying the political transaction with the man.
His great head nodded once, in understanding, as Deimos further illuminated more history of the Edge to him. He had not known so much about the invasion, and found such explanations quite informative. Though his mind had picked out the phrase “shared enemies”, rolling around the word as he wondering who might be an enemy of both the Edge and the Basin.
He also mulled the idea of craftsmanship, wondering just what the Basin crafted— how ignorant the great Elephant was! But that would be a question for a later time, perhaps of his lovely, forcibly smiling Queen. More important questions were at hand, “Does the Basin have any enemies, currently?” For the giant should know whom he was agreeing to have his Edge spy upon or fight, should the need arise.
He then nodded, “The terms are sufficient. The Edge agrees to an alliance. Tell us if there is a particular needed item you or the Basin desires, Lord Deimos, and I will see if our Glaziers can create it.” He had addressed the Lord by his title and switched to the imperial ‘we.’ Satisfaction bloomed in his barrel as he awaited if his Queen had anything to add.
Tembovu
The Elephant King
@Elsa I think this is almost finished! :D Maybe 1 more round to answer questions, and then there's a (perhaps tenuous) Edge/Basin alliance!
Please tag Tembovu.
