[ she fails to mask her unease. she fails to even muster an attempt. how could she? he is so clearly ancient and terrible. she doesn't stand a chance. any normal person would be speechless and spooked by his ease around the subject. it should make her uncomfortable.
she can only conclude, then, that he wants that. intimidation, maybe? he wants to ensure that she will comply. maybe this is assuming the worst of him, but if it had been his intent, it works. she approaches the wall, releasing him as she does.
she raises one hand, and in it forms an orb of light like a single star. it casts over the cave walls. the painting has been eaten away some by time. pigment lost. but it is intact enough for her to make out the massive dragon. she sees kirigan in that dragon. powerful. huge. just as uncanny.
no subject
she can only conclude, then, that he wants that. intimidation, maybe? he wants to ensure that she will comply. maybe this is assuming the worst of him, but if it had been his intent, it works. she approaches the wall, releasing him as she does.
she raises one hand, and in it forms an orb of light like a single star. it casts over the cave walls. the painting has been eaten away some by time. pigment lost. but it is intact enough for her to make out the massive dragon. she sees kirigan in that dragon. powerful. huge. just as uncanny.
at its feet, thessyx go about their business. ]
Do you think there were more of them, once?