Post by hobbit on Jun 1, 2011 21:19:17 GMT -4
With a sigh, River followed the other two, though she hung behind them. She did not like this dragon, and she doubted the dragon liked her. Best to hang back and resist temptation. When Orion looked back at her, River grinned slightly, “Perhaps. If they’ll take me,” she replied simply. It was easier to repair one’s pride if a group they never wanted to join refused them and so she uttered a quick, harmless lie. Primarily for her own mental health, as she saw no reason to hide that information from these two.
“I dunno. You reminded me of the sort to have a strange collection; I figured human ashes might be it. Glad it isn’t, though. That’d be creepy,” River had barely finished speaking when the man suddenly stumbled over a rock. Amusement crept over her usually strained features, but it was not there for long. She became aware of smoke, and fire. Eyes narrowing, the young woman switched her gaze to the dragon, just as he roared at her and began to speak. A wiser person would have felt fear, and she did feel some, but the overwhelming emotion was anger and this drowned out any fear she had. Because, to be honest, River didn’t give a damn who or what he ruled over. She’d say the same thing to Magrej if it came down to it, so why even bother playing nice? It’d be a lie, wouldn’t it?
“If you call it talking back, then yes, I have the nerve. To be honest, I don’t care how old you are. I don’t care who or what you rule over. So if you want to talk about your power, fine. Want to yell and shout like you’re a quarter of your age? Fine. You’re the dragon lord, sir,” she added with a mock curtsey, “However, try not to flatter yourself. If I wanted to test your patience, we wouldn’t have made it this far without an outburst.”
As the dragon carried on, River folded her arms across her chest, scowling. If it wasn’t a dragon, she would have unsheathed her sword. She would have tried to run it through his chest. It was a dragon, though, and even if he believed that she was stupid, she wasn’t, and she understood when it was wise to keep one’s sword away. Her eyes watched as the massive beast leapt into the air, though he did not leave (to her disappointment). Instead, he flew above them and River turned an irritated gaze upon Orion, “I hope you don’t have a scolding to give, because, and I hate to sound five, but I won’t hear it. Not right now.”
“I dunno. You reminded me of the sort to have a strange collection; I figured human ashes might be it. Glad it isn’t, though. That’d be creepy,” River had barely finished speaking when the man suddenly stumbled over a rock. Amusement crept over her usually strained features, but it was not there for long. She became aware of smoke, and fire. Eyes narrowing, the young woman switched her gaze to the dragon, just as he roared at her and began to speak. A wiser person would have felt fear, and she did feel some, but the overwhelming emotion was anger and this drowned out any fear she had. Because, to be honest, River didn’t give a damn who or what he ruled over. She’d say the same thing to Magrej if it came down to it, so why even bother playing nice? It’d be a lie, wouldn’t it?
“If you call it talking back, then yes, I have the nerve. To be honest, I don’t care how old you are. I don’t care who or what you rule over. So if you want to talk about your power, fine. Want to yell and shout like you’re a quarter of your age? Fine. You’re the dragon lord, sir,” she added with a mock curtsey, “However, try not to flatter yourself. If I wanted to test your patience, we wouldn’t have made it this far without an outburst.”
As the dragon carried on, River folded her arms across her chest, scowling. If it wasn’t a dragon, she would have unsheathed her sword. She would have tried to run it through his chest. It was a dragon, though, and even if he believed that she was stupid, she wasn’t, and she understood when it was wise to keep one’s sword away. Her eyes watched as the massive beast leapt into the air, though he did not leave (to her disappointment). Instead, he flew above them and River turned an irritated gaze upon Orion, “I hope you don’t have a scolding to give, because, and I hate to sound five, but I won’t hear it. Not right now.”