Sleeping Dragon Fire

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She asked of him, and though he felt inclined to tell her what she wanted to know, he was blatantly unsure of exactly what to say. He reclined thoughtfully, a storm gathering in head as he peered off into the distance, and then drew his eyes back down to Gyda. "I come from a forest— cold and evergreen yearround— and there I was trained to be a defender of the Mother culture, and a soldier to the crown, whose bearer changed almost as often as the seasons, given our lifestyle." Warbone smirked, giving an absently derisive snort as he remembered his birthplace. "I did not share their beliefs, so it was not long into my adulthood before I left them... Afterwards I spent a very destructive, undisciplined youth along the north coasts, and though I have experienced several periods of happiness, I would say that tragedy has claimed me for most of my years."

He ended slowly and toneless, seeming to be without opinion for the way his life had turned out or the events that had brought him to this exact night here with her, talking about it. The tip of his tail switched faintly against the ground, and he watched her, wondering if she wanted to ask him anything, and because his manners for conversation was poor, he didn't ask the same of her.