Blackfeather Woods your beauty makes them weak

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while his words of the failed recruitment attempt are colored lightly with his disappointment at his failure ( and that might have been the first attempt and fail but was far from his last ); the dark priestess meant to reassure him. her words do reassure him and his lips quirk into a small smile that his genuine in it's formation. it tugs at his facial muscles without his consent, equal parts humble and flattered. a sharp contrast to the vanity and arrogance that he also feels. a compliment from the listener, as a woman of his interest, a mouthpiece for the deadra, and a leader is humbling. wintersbane doesn't seek to take advantage of all things in his life and for those ( perhaps rare ) things that humble him, he is grateful. "i try to be worthy." he admits, but not because he seeks her reassurance. he admits his thoughts aloud because he's not quite sure he's there yet; but there is confidence that he would be, at some point. she believes he is despite that he still lingers in trepidation. he is his own worst critic.

while the tundrian worries over it, relmyna doesn't seem disheartened. her words cause inspiration to bloom in his chest as her eyes bore into his. she speaks of inspiring fear in the wilds and he ponders her words. he's held onto his own personal belief that fear was hard to control. press too close to a cornered animal and it would attack with blind paranoia and panic. but if it's done right ....well he hasn't seen it done right yet; but he doesn't doubt that if executed correctly it would be a powerful weapon. he doesn't tell her aloud that he'll help in any way that he can — it was implied by his previous pledge, he feels. it goes without saying. instead, he gives a sage nod, wordlessly communicating that he both understands and agrees.

"where do we start?" he asks, finally breaking his silence, despite that it was comfortable. ...if there is a limit to wintersbane's ambition it has yet to be found.