Luneshale Pass emotional torture

Her expression was one of plain distaste, and so the riverprince would believe her to be looking only to validate existing ideas of him rather than earnestly seeking to learn new ones. He would regale her anyway and push Eastward toward the higher elevations to gain a better vantage point of this yet uncharted region of desert, offering a sway of tail to his owl before she winged out of sight.

“Ask me your questions, mazoi, and I will answer. You will do the same. Do you wish for your Queen to be wed?”