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[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight); asha greyjoy (laveers) & pals.
What: bruce makes friends; asha learns to shoot.
When: before & during the event.
Where: around olympia.
Warning(s): violence! more will be added if needed. pm/pp if you want me to set something up!

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wrathion.

[laveers]

[ ooc: continued from here. ]

[ She nods, acknowledging his sincerity, but shrugs at his next statement. ]

I am no less deadly on land, [ she tells him, with a smirk. ] now, you had promised me fair trade. Speak to me of your lands.

[deathstiny]

I would never mean to suggest otherwise, milady. Merely that, in my experience, those who are accustomed to a harsher lifestyle often grow...restless.

[That is a nice way of putting it. But, he did promise her equal exchange, so:]

I hold no banners to one land over another. My loyalty is to Azeroth herself, a world fraught with war and misfortune, and yet so full of mysteries and wonder. It is a land of magic, forged by the hands of celestial beings that once walked her shores, and now tended to and guarded by dragons. Her treasures are sought by many, both native and otherwise -- she had nearly been decimated by the greed of many more than once. Her people are stalwart and varied...humans, orcs, elves. I could go on.

[But he has given her quite a lot to swallow already.]

[laveers]

[ It's a very nice way of putting it. Compassion is — new. The people here extend it freely, and Asha has always looked upon such with suspicion. Iron rusts if not sharpened, and she does not wish to be soft. ]

I am more a captain than a lady.

[ But she does not insist, she hears respect in his voice and it satisfies her. ]

Our realm dreams of dragons, [ she tells him, ] as all power comes from fire and blood. Is it the same of Azeroth?

[deathstiny]

In a manner of speaking. An Azerothian need not dream -- our dragons are very real, capable of walking among mortals.

[There is a small twinkle of knowing in his glowing eyes. A bit more complicated than fire and blood, but he thinks he may grasp her meaning.]

Though, I would argue that the affairs of dragons are not for mortals to meddle in.

sorry for the delay! busy week. feel free to drop if this is too crusty

[laveers]

[ Very capable of walking amongst mortals. His address is now clear, and her eyes spark with curiosity. Dragons of Valyria were made with blood magic, they are as mysterious as they are terrifying. And none of them ever spoke. ]

The business of dragons rarely is.

[ One does not seek to understand a sword, do they? She nods. ]

How long have you roamed your country?