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05-21-2016, 03:24 PM
Själ
No matter how much she tried, Själ simply could not relate to the boy before her. He was experienced where she was infantile, knowledgable where she was ignorant; he was everything that she was not, and the realization of how much more advanced he was than her, even though they were nearly of an age, stung. The griffin, irritable by nature, even more so when it came to her bonded's feelings, preened with a force that was obviously unnecessary to the trained eye. Once her feathers were as flat as they were going to be (she was, after all, irately fluffed), Ansgar curled into a ball, glaring from beneath the wing she had tucked herself under. All that would be visible from Rikyn's view would be the slightest glint of a single golden eye.
Rikyn had once had a home and a family, and the princess could not help but wonder what had pulled him away from something so precious. If she had been blessed with a normal upbringing, would she have taken it for granted too? "Having someone boss you around all the time sucks," he told her, and she smirked and chuckled. "I wouldn't know," she tossed back at him, ignoring the throbbing emptiness in her breast. "I've been on my own since I was a weanling." There was a sense of satisfaction as she told him of her past, a hint of smugness that she had survived on her own from a younger age than he. It was then that she realized that things had become strained over the course of their conversation.
It had been pleasant at first, and she had been pleased to find company; but now it was almost a competition of who was better suited to being a loner, who had done it longer, better, faster, anything to prove dominance over their opponent. In an attempt to return to civility, she quickly continued: "Living in a herd... it's very different from being a loner, I've been told. Did you like any part of it, or was it all just following orders?"
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
Rikyn had once had a home and a family, and the princess could not help but wonder what had pulled him away from something so precious. If she had been blessed with a normal upbringing, would she have taken it for granted too? "Having someone boss you around all the time sucks," he told her, and she smirked and chuckled. "I wouldn't know," she tossed back at him, ignoring the throbbing emptiness in her breast. "I've been on my own since I was a weanling." There was a sense of satisfaction as she told him of her past, a hint of smugness that she had survived on her own from a younger age than he. It was then that she realized that things had become strained over the course of their conversation.
It had been pleasant at first, and she had been pleased to find company; but now it was almost a competition of who was better suited to being a loner, who had done it longer, better, faster, anything to prove dominance over their opponent. In an attempt to return to civility, she quickly continued: "Living in a herd... it's very different from being a loner, I've been told. Did you like any part of it, or was it all just following orders?"
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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