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04-26-2017, 08:08 AM
Dragomir misses the hint that the Mountain drops that he might be slower than she is, and simply takes the statement as an acceptance of his tardiness. Sure, he was in decent shape, but the son of the Steadfast was also not the sort to hurry here, or there; all his muscle had been earned at a slow, plodding walk, which allowed him to admire the natural world around him. The concept of training, at least in a physical sense, was as foreign to the tricolored man’s way of life as the thought of acting on emotional impulse was for the Mountain. Thereby, he did not blame anyone for undertaking travel without his moseying to delay them. Smiling with a nod of gratitude that she had undertaken the task and that it had not been as bothersome as he’d worried it might be, he steps forward to take the helmet from under her wing, twisting his head back to attach it to his satchels. Looking back at her, he does not see the faint glow which pulses through the bone, so much as feels it, as the magic within it draws on his subconscious desires, and imbues the item with the ability to see within stones, and know if and what metal were within them. Magic, however, is normal here; the girl before him, after all, was a horned and winged horse, slowly becoming a moss encrusted stone wreathed with ferns and blooms. He pays a slightly glowing tiger mask no mind. "I forgive you," he says, feeling suddenly awkward doing so, his pale eyes shooting away from the Mountain, and out into the wood, before making their way back; he had, after all, done far worse things than take something he thought he needed at the time, and had never apologized, like she did, "what, er, well, made you change you mind?" |
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
