Were I to hold anything against you, friend, it'd be how easily you revealed this secret of yours. [ And while their passions are the same, their cause often coinciding... ] Have we grown so close that you would cease to protect your interests around me?
[ And that? It's both reassurance and riposte ("you smell good, but not that good," and Eren, how dare you) delivered with the gleaming edge of a draconic's teeth. It needn't be said that Asura wholeheartedly enjoys this, the easy rhythms of repartee and the challenge posed by the Wilde and its terrain; the way the mane of his ravendark hair curls into oblivion beneath the Summer swelter and humidity, and how very cool Eren's ebon scales feel beneath the palm of his hand. All of it, Asura takes pleasure in, and unabashedly, it shows on his face. ]
My kind, we make it a habit to keep the nature of our frailties under lock and key. [ Lest the taboos and banes be employed against them, by either friend or enemy. Yet... Asura would guard this knowledge as though the taboo were his own, because what is human is worth protecting, and Eren is comrade and human both. Funny, how Asura has become a reliquary for the ebon dragon's memories (as Eren had so too become warden of the King's own), but in the end, perhaps this too is balance. That one universal truth he'd spoken of. ] And you...?
You went and spilled everything, no different from how this pool— [ The one Eren has unearthed the location of by the sensory dart and flick of his tongue, tasting moisture and who the hell knows what else. ] —is rumored to hide nothing and reveal all.
[ Like the human heart isn't more complicated and profound than anything in the realms. Reflecting its true desires is something Asura will have to see to believe, judging for himself if the pool with its mirror-sheen surface is a wonder no different from the Hedge's Soul's Skein Museum or the Bone Vein of the Grim Graves. ]
Guess I won't be needing to exercise my divination magic today, huh? [ Footfalls slowing to a measured stop, Asura makes short work of unfastening the canteens from Eren's back, setting them one by one upon the grassy earth below which shows no outward sign of infection. And no different from an oasis, the clearing which they've stumbled upon is starkly absent of any of the Wilde's treacherous overgrowth— it is pristine, protected by a dense thicket of trees, and in seemingly being bereft of threats, it makes... Asura rather disinclined to trust. ] Didn't think it'd be possible to find without a locator spell.
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[ And that? It's both reassurance and riposte ("you smell good, but not that good," and Eren, how dare you) delivered with the gleaming edge of a draconic's teeth. It needn't be said that Asura wholeheartedly enjoys this, the easy rhythms of repartee and the challenge posed by the Wilde and its terrain; the way the mane of his ravendark hair curls into oblivion beneath the Summer swelter and humidity, and how very cool Eren's ebon scales feel beneath the palm of his hand. All of it, Asura takes pleasure in, and unabashedly, it shows on his face. ]
My kind, we make it a habit to keep the nature of our frailties under lock and key. [ Lest the taboos and banes be employed against them, by either friend or enemy. Yet... Asura would guard this knowledge as though the taboo were his own, because what is human is worth protecting, and Eren is comrade and human both. Funny, how Asura has become a reliquary for the ebon dragon's memories (as Eren had so too become warden of the King's own), but in the end, perhaps this too is balance. That one universal truth he'd spoken of. ] And you...?
You went and spilled everything, no different from how this pool— [ The one Eren has unearthed the location of by the sensory dart and flick of his tongue, tasting moisture and who the hell knows what else. ] —is rumored to hide nothing and reveal all.
[ Like the human heart isn't more complicated and profound than anything in the realms. Reflecting its true desires is something Asura will have to see to believe, judging for himself if the pool with its mirror-sheen surface is a wonder no different from the Hedge's Soul's Skein Museum or the Bone Vein of the Grim Graves. ]
Guess I won't be needing to exercise my divination magic today, huh? [ Footfalls slowing to a measured stop, Asura makes short work of unfastening the canteens from Eren's back, setting them one by one upon the grassy earth below which shows no outward sign of infection. And no different from an oasis, the clearing which they've stumbled upon is starkly absent of any of the Wilde's treacherous overgrowth— it is pristine, protected by a dense thicket of trees, and in seemingly being bereft of threats, it makes... Asura rather disinclined to trust. ] Didn't think it'd be possible to find without a locator spell.