[The fauna knew when there was something amiss. The birds went silent, the karakul had long since scampered away. Even the wind seemed to somehow still, the deathly silence of the trail like that of a frozen tomb.
Save, now, for the heavy crunching of snow and the clink of plate mail. A familiar sound, made alien and wrong by an underlying sound of scales, slithering beneath the metal, and by the noise of leathery wings shifting softly against each other. Those eyes, now grown into the armor of the compromised dragoon like tumors, swiveled and blinked, their baleful gaze locking directly upon Aymeric and the accompanying knights.]
A pity for you, that when your dragoon is not there to speak sense to you, you abandon all of it.
[There was dark humor in that tone, the vengeful spirit that had claimed Estinien sounding nearly smug.]
as i belatedly notice i have no helmed icons RIP me
Save, now, for the heavy crunching of snow and the clink of plate mail. A familiar sound, made alien and wrong by an underlying sound of scales, slithering beneath the metal, and by the noise of leathery wings shifting softly against each other. Those eyes, now grown into the armor of the compromised dragoon like tumors, swiveled and blinked, their baleful gaze locking directly upon Aymeric and the accompanying knights.]
A pity for you, that when your dragoon is not there to speak sense to you, you abandon all of it.
[There was dark humor in that tone, the vengeful spirit that had claimed Estinien sounding nearly smug.]