The fur on the back of Myr's neck ruffles as Viren leans down and puts them face-to-face. This is a gesture that's usually got a pleasanter context-- where the scent of smoke on his Dragon's breath is the fun kind of danger. Now it's too redolent of wildfires and devastations and forests burned to quell the Cwyld.]
We hadn't-- [It's almost a question--but, no, he doesn't think he'd ever mentioned it to Viren. That had been on the boat to Dorchacht, before they'd ever been close.] Ah,
[Breath in, breath out. Subterfuge is not his forte; a purely Faunish, ridiculous instinct notes he's in a very good position to distract his Bonded with a kiss.
If Viren's capable of being distracted right now. Myr wagers not.]
Truth be told I hadn't time to really explore it-- I was bitten by an infected Merrow on our way to Dorchacht--and as soon as the Witches there saw the infection, they dragged me off to their Coven to cure it.
[He doesn't have to feign the disgust and upset that clouds their Bond when he speaks of that. He'd had his memories tampered with and blood magic used on him--to say nothing of how he'd felt Everett's fear and anxiety through their newmade Bond.
He also...doesn't have to talk about that part. Let Viren interpret what he feels how he might. (Maker and Andraste forgive me.)]
But while I'd had it... [His voice trails off. There's a very good model for him to follow here: The Circle's own glowing descriptions of their (he suspects, half-imagined) experiences. But...]
I was afraid, [he admits, shamefaced, ears held low,] too afraid to consider what it might mean for me other than the awful death they tell us to expect.
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The fur on the back of Myr's neck ruffles as Viren leans down and puts them face-to-face. This is a gesture that's usually got a pleasanter context-- where the scent of smoke on his Dragon's breath is the fun kind of danger. Now it's too redolent of wildfires and devastations and forests burned to quell the Cwyld.]
We hadn't-- [It's almost a question--but, no, he doesn't think he'd ever mentioned it to Viren. That had been on the boat to Dorchacht, before they'd ever been close.] Ah,
[Breath in, breath out. Subterfuge is not his forte; a purely Faunish, ridiculous instinct notes he's in a very good position to distract his Bonded with a kiss.
If Viren's capable of being distracted right now. Myr wagers not.]
Truth be told I hadn't time to really explore it-- I was bitten by an infected Merrow on our way to Dorchacht--and as soon as the Witches there saw the infection, they dragged me off to their Coven to cure it.
[He doesn't have to feign the disgust and upset that clouds their Bond when he speaks of that. He'd had his memories tampered with and blood magic used on him--to say nothing of how he'd felt Everett's fear and anxiety through their newmade Bond.
He also...doesn't have to talk about that part. Let Viren interpret what he feels how he might. (Maker and Andraste forgive me.)]
But while I'd had it... [His voice trails off. There's a very good model for him to follow here: The Circle's own glowing descriptions of their (he suspects, half-imagined) experiences. But...]
I was afraid, [he admits, shamefaced, ears held low,] too afraid to consider what it might mean for me other than the awful death they tell us to expect.