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Post by Connor Lachesis on Nov 20, 2017 3:34:42 GMT
The paint nickered in protest, not quite planting her hooves in the mud and refusing to go altogether, but still not proceeding forward with her usual pep. Her tail swished, flicking droplets that stained her legs a dingy brownish hue. Connor, astride her back, gathered her reins in one hand as he exhaled a soft exhalation. His reason for coming? Admittedly he had been following a lead, attempting to seek out those who had assisted in the slaughter of those on Solara’s farm. It was a right mess, trying to figure out where they’d gone. It would’ve been much easier had he just slaughtered them all. Of course, that was unrealistic given when he’d shown up. But a man could fantasize…. Even if driving some such fantasy lured him to the Duskmire.
The hand which the strange mage woman had healed snapped the reins slightly against the mare’s neck as he squeezed her sides. Her steps were jerky at first, clearly wanting to resist. After a moment, shifting on her back legs, Connor braced himself. With a heave, she sprung forward and into the deeper mud on the path ahead of them. Tossing her head up, nostrils flaring with a deep nicker of protest, Connor shifted himself high in the saddle. A moment of floundering more, and she finally seemed to gain the footing she needed to hall them out of the creek bottom.
With a gentle pat on her neck, masked by a gloved hand, Connor twisted to reach back into his saddle bag. While he might’ve liked to pursue the wineskin he had stored away there, double checking their location on the map seemed a better bet. It was still early in the afternoon; to not lose their course before darkness sunk in would be advisable.
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Post by shaecayrn on Nov 20, 2017 5:41:30 GMT
Shimmer had come home from a morning flight that had brought with it, a warm meal. The coppery taste of blood still lingered upon her tongue, and she fully enjoyed it. She had slid into the cave that had become her domicile, but hadn't quite gone further into its depths. It was not currently the time for research or work, or sleep. Rather, it was time for a moment of peace, to relax, to digest, and to think. Her mind rambled around the problems that she had come across, the difficulties she'd had since she had managed to shift herself into this form. There had been quite a few, flight one of many. But she had been growing better at such things swiftly, though, thanks to Ladon's words, she had tried to keep herself mainly hidden. There was no need to incite a dragon-hunt...
What she was not expecting, however, was company to intrude. Her head tilted as she heard the distinct, if sloppy, sound of a horse's hooves coming through the mud. Her eyes searched the woods she could see, and she lifted her muzzle to sniff at the air. Interesting. The scent that wafted to her was layered. Horse, and one that had been working hard to tread through the muck. Underneath the scent of sweat, lay the sweet, coppery smell of blood, rushing through the beasts body. The other scent that came along with it, she hadn't even realized that she remembered. But it brought back memories of a night filled with music she didn't particularly like, a deal that she had been delighted in, and the rush of bliss she had felt as she had let magic flood her senses, for healing, for destruction and death.
That bloody night at the ball had been... good in so many ways.
With that particular scent coming to her nose, she searched harder, until her keen eyes caught sight of features she had seen only once before. He came around the curve of a tree, and she smiled. The signs of a large beast living near or in this cave were unmistakeable, but she needn't let him wander away before danger arrived. After all, danger was already here. So, with the slightly ominous sound of scales slipping smoothly over rock, she stepped from the darkness of the cave and into the dusky like of the Mire in the afternoon. Her head raised high, and her bulk came halfway from the cave, wings folded over her back for now.
Her coloring was, in her own mind, brilliant. From ebony along the top of her head and down her spine, her scales faded into a deep indigo hue, slipping first to blue and then all the way to silver along her stomach. Two horns protruded from the back of her head,, and spikes lined down her spine. Her eyes stared out, fathomless black, whirling with orange sparks of excitement. The only thing that remained the same upon her, was the silver spikes around her left eye, one streak slipping all the way through her multi-hued jaw. It was what made her recognizable, and the reason she had avoided most of those she knew.
But she wouldn't mind dancing with death once again. Her voice came out, a low, sultry sound, as warm as a fire's coals, with a lilt caused by a different shape of her mouth. Despite that, she managed to speak the common language through her impressive array of teeth. "Commander. What a pleasant surprise...Welcome." Her voice came out in something that could be described as a purr. Shimmer took in a deep breath, tasting the nuances to his scent in a manner that fascinated her. Were all dragons noses so keen?
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Nov 27, 2017 23:18:37 GMT
Were the Commander a mage, or even a different sort of magic user, he might have been better inclined to detecting the presence of the dragon off in the brush. Sure, he was on guard in the wilds, alert, with the same attention he typically had in such situations. But sensing the presence of the creature, of Shimmer, was not within that realm of his attention in that moment. His simple mare, however, not the magical in the least, was much more inclined, if for a more animalistic reason. It was her abrupt planting of her hooves that gave the Immortal any indication that something was awry.
His grip was strong on the reins, brows drawing together as his dark eyes quickly scanned over their surroundings. Too, a hand ventured to grasp the sword, the length of which only just dared to gleam from the scabbard on the mare’s side. No rustling of brush, no sounds of panthers or wolves. No alarm calls from any nearby birds.
It was when a sound – a nearly negligible hiss, but with the distinct timber of a lumbering weight – reached his ears that the mare’s own ears pinned. She started stepping back even as the Commander squeezed tightly with his thighs. Her nostrils flared, skin trembling, when her hooves were finally met with the very mud they’d been entrenched in moments before. The steely whisper of Connor’s sword emerging from the scabbard seemed to halt her, even as that physical boundary did the same. This was not the first dragon the pair had encountered together. The last had been the one which had broken a barrier a time ago, something which had caused injury to Solara and costed her a mount in their pursuit. This one, however…
The words, sensual as a lover, echoed from between large teeth. And yet, those teeth were not so massive as the beast they’d seen before. Eyes drawing upward from the creature’s maw, his grip didn’t loosen any on his blade. Slowly, processing the words and then seeing the glimmering slivers of silver over the beast’s eyes, a look of recognition crossed his features. If he was wrong, if this were a ploy to set him off guard, he didn’t doubt the creature’s ability to pounce. To take him or his mare in a swift bite. It was for that reason that his body remained coiled as a spring, even as his head tilted almost imperceptibly. “Nor did I expect to see you here… Shimmer.”
Watching her, inhaling the faintest scent of her larger breaths, he seemed satisfied with however she reacted. Convinced of the recognition. The tension in Connor’s s muscles slackened, and he actually sheathed his blade as he regarded her. “Your abilities are even more vast than what you demonstrated at the ball, it seems…” The afternoon light cast across her scales like oil.
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Post by shaecayrn on Nov 28, 2017 6:37:04 GMT
Her eyes slowed the whirling of their sparks as she watched him, pausing in her motions as she waited for him to respond. The dragoness fairly preened under the attention of his gaze. Whether it was admiring or not, she took it as such. As he recognized her, the corners of her mouth tilted upwards, a low, pleased rumble coming from her chest. A gentle, pleasant orange joined the swirls of color in her midnight eyes, and she continued to take deep breaths. She could not get over the multitude of flavors that came to her with the sensitive nose she had now. Even the scent of his mare, filled with fear, was like the sweet bitter taste of chocolate to her. As he relaxed, she shifted slightly, into a comfortable crouch. Her neck arched regally as she grinned at him.
"One cannot share all of their secrets at once...I do hope your hand remains well." She chuckled softly, the sound as dangerous as it was humorous. But then she continued, head lowering as if to inspect him, though she kept just enough distance to keep from terrorizing the mare further. Another spark of whirling color was added to the black backdrop of her gaze as curiosity filled her. "You are far from your home, Connor. What brings you to the Duskmire?" Her voice remained sultry, her breath smelling something like cinnamon as it spilled over him.
Compared to the human, she was large, but to the majority of dragons that had ever been taken note of, she was rather small, a juvenile's size at best. Shadows and light played over scales that were meant for speed and flexibility over the hard armor of so many others. Her form was lithe and long, almost whiplike. Perhaps it is something I can assist with?" Curiosity spurred her on. What reason had the immortal commander for coming into the mire, where it was so dark and dangerous? For that matter, what made him come alone?
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Dec 1, 2017 20:23:33 GMT
His eyes skimmed from the luminescence of the colors on her dark scales, slipping again to her maw full of teeth, then settling on the gleaming silver marks across her face to meet her eyes. His posture remained straight on his mare, even as he slipped his blade away. The soft chuckling of her voice had a type of gravelly boom to it, likely a product of her new form... Such a form. Absently he wondered if she might've been a hybrid of both a dragon and a mage. He couldn't imagine how her power could've transformed her so. Couldn't speculate as to what she'd done to change her form so. "My hand is as it was before my injury. I do thank you for that." Recalling the warmth, the odd sensation of her magical touch, caused him to flex his fingers in a brief demonstration.
Her gaze seemed to regard him with a predatory gleam as she followed up with her next query. The sultry tone seemingly lingered, an attempt which might've disarmed another. The Commander inclined his head in a small shrug. The corner of his lip twisted in a smile as he regarded her with the same easy demeanor he'd had at the party. It was his eyes that were bright, reflecting similar thought to her own. "Not sight-seeing unfortunately. I'm involved in a bit of an investigation, looking for some stolen livestock." Had she heard of the theft of Solara's horses? Maybe. It wasn't as if Shimmer hadn't seen him with the woman at the dinner that night. Though, he expected her to follow with questions if she did know. At the opposite thought, he didn't imagine the mage minded the affairs of former Immortal royals. "You've not seen any out here, have you?"
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 1, 2017 20:51:16 GMT
Much as it had been at the ball, Connor seemed to disregard the danger that she was. Or perhaps, he simply was confident enough in his own power that it did not concern him. It fascinated her, and kept her attention in a manner little else did. He answered her questions in a manner that seemed honest, and she couldn't think of a reason he might have to lie to her. He was certainly polite enough, which only made her more pleased by him. A man who had manners was something she was so rarely around. She refocused, and thought for a moment. She had heard nothing of stolen livestock, though there had been that rather disastrous fire... Her large head shook in an all too human gesture as Shimmer focused her gaze upon him once more.
"Truthfully, I pity the livestock that wander into the Mire. If the will-o-wisps do not lead them to their deaths, drinking at a kelpie's pool will. If not that, then the wyrm-hounds hunt the area. I could keep my senses alert for such a thing, if you wish. A favor between acquaintances." It was a small thing, and gave her an excuse to possibly contact him in the future. "What sort of livestock are we seeking?"
The dragoness shifted slightly, the last of her rump slipping from the cave and the small amount of sunlight patterning down onto her scales. The black seemed to absorb it, but it glittered off of the rest of her colors as she shifted, her wings rustling as she shifted them upon her back. She glanced towards they sky, measuring the amount of time until dark. If Connor lingered much longer, he would not be able to make it out of the Mire before dark. Perhaps she would offer sanctuary as well. She was, after all, ultimately curious about this man.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Dec 3, 2017 0:12:33 GMT
His hand fell absently to rub his mare's shoulder, her skin twitching beneath his gloved fingers almost as if she expected the dragon before them to lunge forth. It seemed that she didn't welcome the distraction of his touch, her eyes still fixed on the beast before them. With the response from the dragon, Connor's eyes lingered on her features. Will-o-wisps, kelpies. Such things he had not encountered in reality, for the infrequency of his travels to this place.
With a small sound of acknowledgement from the back of his throat, he tilted his head toward her in a nod. "If it doesn't trouble you so, it would be appreciated. And if there's anything I might do, do let me know." Two. Two favors she'd granted in exchange for nothing. If these interactions weren't similar to others in his past, he'd be unsurprised. Such small exchanges were how he developed ties with Werebeasts such as Alvina, to smugglers, to all manner of characters both scrupulous and unsavory alike.
With a squeeze, he edged his mare forward a few steps, out of the mud she'd settled her hooves in, but skirting around the dragoness as she shifted the rest of her body into the light. "The livestock are all horses. The same stock mine is from; usually provisioned as military mounts. Most would have a similar brand at the neck." Extending the fingers of one hand, he brushed his mare's mane aside to reveal the brand in question, before allowing it to fall in place again.
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 5, 2017 22:50:57 GMT
She listened attentively to him, the tip of her tail shifting slowly like a cat's as she did so. Her head inched closer as he brushed aside the mare's mane to show the brand upon it. Horses, military stock, and thus they would be fairly similar to the mare in front of her. The dragon's eyes sparked with a thoughtful blue, her jaws slipping open slightly as she savored, for another moment, the bitter scent of fear that came from the horse. Dark eyes turned skyward to measure how much light was left in the day. Her voice came shortly after, still sultry, but thoughtful now, musing aloud. "The afternoon light will fade soon into evening. Light fades swiftly in the Mire. Thus its name. Night will bring the usual dangers. Will-o-wisps will seek to lead you astray, and kelpies favor a form like that of a horse." She let out a low hum, and spoke again. "You have perhaps... three hours of light left, Connor... And the safe paths are difficult to find in the best of times. Slogging through the mud.... The Mother of Shadows will embrace the world all too soon for your search to be over."
Though it has difficult to see what she was focusing on due to the lack of pupils in her eyes, she was very directly focused upon him with a penetrating gaze. "Come inside, Connor. Give your mare a rest from the mud sucking at her hooves. It is drier further in. Food and drink would be welcome, perhaps?"
She shifted, her claws digging deep into the earth for a moment, though it didn't cover the shining silver for long. "I have an idea, perhaps, that may help you find what you are seeking swifter than by horseback, and perhaps it will give me a bit of entertainment... My days have grown dull as of late. The dragoness, having made the offer, slid herself back into the cave within which she resided, disappearing into the shadows. She left it up to Connor to decide whether he would accept her invitation or not. Even as her bulk slid further into the cave, evidence given by the quieting sound of her claws and tail slipping over rock, a blue-white mage-light blossomed into being for him to see by, and waited for him to enter.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Dec 6, 2017 18:51:12 GMT
Connor gathered his mare’s reins following the dragoness’ examination of the brand. His expression was mild even as she lilted through the description of the Mire – knowing after only a few utterances just what she seemed to intend. There was no way she’d describe the forces at work with such intent were she not trying to intimidate him. Was there a risk to forging into the depths of the Mire after dark? Certainly. Was he concerned reasonably? No. And then followed her invitation.
His heart beat a little faster, feeling the same sort of rush that he might’ve experienced in staring down an enemy, or even crossing blades. It was, once again, a kind of test. With the last drifting words, her body disappearing into the shadows of the cave, he knew the next course of action. The thrill, the challenge, was too much of a draw to not accept, even if he was still intent to help Solara. Having not yet seen what he’d come for, a little time spent… investing and investigating the shadowy mage wouldn’t hurt.
His lips curved upward in a charming smile, his voice conversational, friendly, in accepting the invitation. “I suppose that might be more comfortable than a bedroll among the creatures. Besides, it wouldn’t be very kind of me to not kindle some light where I can.” His mare stubbornly planted her hooves at first, but after another nudge, finally moved forward, closer to the mouth of the cave Shimmer had disappeared into. When Connor decided they were sufficiently close, he swiftly dismounted, bringing her reins forward from her neck and into his hand. “Do tell me, Shimmer. What is your idea to hasten my search?” He spoke, not overly loud, knowing she’d hear with ease. Reaching outward, he released the cinch of his saddle around his mare’s belly. Her ears were focused squarely forward, no sigh of relief coming as usual from the action.
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 7, 2017 6:59:26 GMT
The dragoness paused in the darkness, waiting just around a bend in the corner. Her head twisted back over her body, tilting so that one of her ear-canals was angled to hear outside better. She heard his heartbeat quicken, and were it any other man, perhaps she would think him afraid. But this was the Commander of the Immortal Armies. He was hardly intimidated by her. Indeed, he was not even really scared of the dangers of the Duskmire. What drew him in was not that the outside scared him, but that her offer intrigued him. Moments later, his mare's hooves came forward, and his voice drifted after. The corners of her scaled lips turned up in amusement and pleasure.
"Once we are settled, we can speak more in depth, Connor. For now, tie your horse. There should be a secure spot along the wall to do so. She will be more unsettled further in, I think." Her voice came out of the shadows, her shape only hinted at as her tail curved around the corner. The blue mage-light waited for him, hovering above his head.
She led the way into the depths, the ground having a slight downward slope to it as they went. It was unclear how far she led, the entire way lit by the gentle, blue-white glow of her mage-light. Eventually, they came to a cavern that opened up far wider, adn was lit by pockets of crystals in the wall, and floor, glowing gently. In the center of the room was a large crystal circle, obviously made for magic, with arcane symbols and strange runes throughout.
She turned to the right though, where the cavern billowed out slightly, revealing what had clearly become her living space. Down this far, the rock was dry, rather than damp with humidity from the swamp. There was the simple things that living required, a fire pit, though for a dragon perhaps that was used for something other than cooking. What was resplendent and shocking was the wealth of gems and stones that were scattered about, tossed in a hill in what could be said was a classic fae tale fashion. Dragons didn't really sleep on their wealth did they?
Shimmer didn't know. All she knew for sure was that her crystals had become comfortable to her scales. The dragoness turned around and made herself comfortable. There was wood remaining within the pit, and she reached out a claw, sparking it against the wood. The flames whooshed into life with magic. Her fathomless black eyes focused once more upon Connor. Make yourself at home. I apologize for the lack of comfort, but it isn't as though I have many visitors. Are you hungry? Or thirsty, perhaps?"[/b] There was a hint of awkwardness there, as if she wasn't truly used to being a hostess, but was attempting to be polite anyway.
The crystals hummed with magical power against her hide, and she curled her tail around herself, the firelight shimmering against her scales as she watched Connor.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Dec 9, 2017 6:45:40 GMT
Her instructions lingered in the air, which Connor followed with a quiet kind of respect. Not quite obedience, for he’d taken his sweet time in following her in, but respect, for he was certainly impressed by the state of her present form, and the challenge she seemed to present.
Finding the place to secure his mare, just as Shimmer had mentioned, he paused to secure her in place. Removing the bit from between her lips with ease, then her saddle, he slung his saddlebag over his shoulder, placing the other items against the stony wall nearby. With light steps characteristic of his people, he then plunged into the glowing depths of the passageway. Several minutes after, the space seemed to open up, growing dryer the farther from the mire they descended.
Eyes lingering on his surroundings, moving from crystal to crystal, then settling on the symbols, he paused at the entry of the cavern. The place practically tingled with the sensation of magic. It was not something he was traditionally very apt to – rather, he was not well tuned to it at all – but here, the feeling was inextricable, so strongly concentrated it might’ve been impossible to not notice. As the soft whooshing sounded, fire catching the wood in the bit, his eyes fell to her form… and then drifted to the massive store of jewels. His brows rose slightly, his steps carrying him forward, and it was but a moment before her words followed.
Something of a smile upturned his lips as he took a position across the fire from her. Lowering his saddle bag to the floor, he shook his head. “I have my own comforts, a bedroll and some wine. Thank you.” He paid little mind to the shift in her tone, though it didn’t go unnoticed. “I can certainly share if you are a fan – it’s a sweet wine from Imfala, just the kind I bring on most of my travels.”
His gaze once again wandered, shifting from her to study the vaulted ceiling of the cavern, and the pile of jewels on which she was settled. “Your home is a sight to behold, Shimmer, I will grant you that.” His comment came mildly, not quite mirroring the awkward tone she had, though the words were certainly foreign to his lips.
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 10, 2017 10:28:53 GMT
She smiled politely at Connor's offer of sharing his wine, but shook her head to decline it. She had barrels of the cordials she preferred, and there was no need to lessen how much of his supply he had. The dragoness slowly relaxed a little bit more, her bulk sending a few of the jewels rolling down the pile. She didn't speak for a few moments, allowing Connor to take in his surroundings without interruption. His voice came again, and her lips curved upwards at the corners, head turning slightly to glance at the vaulted ceilings herself. She let out a soft sigh. "Perhaps I shall invite you back once I finish it in its entirety, Connor. I admit that I like to surround myself with beautiful things... in the end though, it will be all the more impressive to look upon." Her words were smooth and silky, warm with the same sultry tones from earlier.
She looked at him closely, a warm orange and a gentle gold color joining the thoughtful blue within her dark gaze. Her form shifted slightly, sending the firelight skittering around the room in it's reflections off of her scales. She studied him for a moment before she spoke again. "So, you seek livestock. I can only assume they were stolen, for if they were alone they would certainly be dead and eaten by something. But there are no true places in the Duskmire that are good for hiding such things. I can only assume they passed beyond the borders of my home. This makes them rather... easier to reach, and possibly easier to gather up and transport back to their owner." She picked up one of the gems between her claws, a gleaming ruby that shone red in the orange firelight.
The gem slid between her scaled fingers as she took a breath to continue speaking. "If you don't mind waiting until true dusk, I can travel much faster than your horse. I can locate them and lead you to them. Perhaps even bring you with. " Vividly, the memory of being picked up by Obelisk ran through her mind. She would have preferred the whole journey to have been on his enormous back. The whole pile of jewels all but vibrated with magical energy under her, bringing a purr from her. Her nose moved a little closer to Connor, hovering over the fire slightly as she watched him for his response.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Dec 23, 2017 6:05:45 GMT
“How much longer do you anticipate until it is done?” His response came with a curious tone, his hands resting neatly at his back as he spoke, turned as he regarded the crystals. Given the display of her power, speculating that she’d be using her abilities in creating the architecture of the structure, he wondered how long it might take. Yes, the information would give a hint as to the limit of her abilities, though that wasn’t his intention. Magic as it were, even given his own ability, was an area he wasn’t as versed with. He’d much rather take the heavy-handed approach. It was much… more enjoyable that way.
As his dark gaze settled to meet her glowing one, his face reflected a composed air. “You are not wrong.” His lips quirked in the ghostly shell of a smile. “I can’t speak to how smart the culprits were, though. We happened upon each other after followed I their tracks in.” A small shrug. “In any case, their exiting direction would be helpful enough in my pursuit. They’re valuable, and I don’t fancy wasting me time on a goose chase.”
His gaze wandered, lingering on the soft grinding sound of her talons on the gemstone when she continued speaking. Slowly, his eyes travelled to meet her scrutiny as she shifted. It was as the softness of her breath pressed against the flesh of his face that a bright, mischievous smile broke across his features. Could such an offer go very, very wrong? That was the fun in it. “If you are so inclined… That would be helpful to my cause. I accept.”
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Post by shaecayrn on Dec 25, 2017 22:22:23 GMT
She breathed softly, careful breaths, but even so, it was a warm breeze that washed over Connor, accompanied by a gentle, spicy scent similar to cinnamon as she listened to him. She hadn't answered his question about her home, for it was irrelevant and she had moved on to other things already. So she listened to his voice, enjoying the sound of it. Moments later, the mischievous smile broke across his face, and turned him from broodingly handsome to almost boyish prankster. Not a bad thing, but merely something that intrigued her. Did the immortal commander actually have more humor than she had given him credit for?
Her voice was a delicate purr. "Delightful. Then we have a few hours of time to occupy ourselves with before we must leave. Obviously, I do not wish to draw too much attention to my current form." Shimmer chuckled softly, her talons dipping into the pile and pulling a smooth, rounded chunk of dark rock, a deep earthen color with green through it. Jasper. A stone she liked the feel of. It always was so grounded.
"Humor me perhaps, Connor. Why is the Commander of the Immortal Army chasing after horse thieves?" Her head tilted curiously at him, eyes sparked through with curiosity alongside the gentle gold and oranges of contentedness.
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Jan 1, 2018 21:17:00 GMT
“Whatever you are most comfortable with. I wouldn’t want to cause you burden for assisting me.” Was the last bit more a formality? A nicety? Certainly, especially given his history with his power and his interactions with those in his private life. He had his loyalties, yes, but he was far from the last person to cause inadvertent death in exchange for something. Usually, historically, that something having been sex, but still… Drawing his hands before him, gloves still in place, he allowed them to drink in the warmth of the fire.
And there it was. The query he had expected earlier, slipped in as softly as her scales on the gems beneath her. Connor maintained his composure, meeting her sultry tones and purrs with a charming smile. “Perhaps it is just Connor, and not the Immortal Commander, chasing after them?” He supplied easily. Was it a bad idea, objectively, to hint to a dragoness that you might be out alone? Probably. But, he enjoyed the challenge of conversing with her. “I’m seeking them out as a favor to someone. They themselves aren’t aware of it yet, but I hope to share with them if I am successful.” The next play, her next move on the proverbial board. He could guess it, and he was wanting to delay or avoid mention of Solara entirely if possible. There was no sense in exposing her in the situation.
Regarding her for a moment, his head tilted. There was something – a flicker of memory from the turmoil of the ball. A dragon had appeared, yes, amongst the chaos of the Werebeasts. The scales of that beast, in his mind’s eye, were far from the oil-slicked hue of her own. In fact, he seemed to remember glimpsing her in her other form. And that made him curious; had she restrained her ability in front of them all? Or was her present form… something else? He waited for her response, considering how to formulate a question to that observation.
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