King Elk Forest something beautiful happened here

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Fire. A part of him is amused, once again. He has always considered himself more ice than fire — he is not the blazing heat that draws everyone's attention, the heat that burns bright hot and fiery and seeks to burn everything in its path. Trajan has bouts of recklessness, sure, but he has always looked down upon those with rash stupidity that they call bravery. He is the ice that burns your skin after time, the ice that does not hurt on touch, but instead numbs your senses until you can't feel anything as your fingers drop off one by one. The shadow is a creature of the darkness, of the cold and the snow and the wind biting harshly against your cheek.

But not every warrior is like him. Trajan thinks that perhaps, he is one of a kind. Most mercenaries he has met were the perfect epitome of fire. He is an exception. He will be the Ice King among the Fires. 

A shadow of a smirk dances on the Roman's lips. "Thank you," he says quietly, glad that Mato has accepted him into their fledgling pack and has also agreed to teach him the language of the druids. Trajan, at heart, is a lover of languages, much like his father, and Mato's tongue is particularly elegant and enigmatic. He likes that. 

"Perhaps another time," Trajan says apologetically, dipping his silver crown. "But I'll see you soon." After all, there would be plenty of time to become acquainted with Mato later, and no time to explore on his own.