Broken Antler Fen yviss, m'evelien vente cáelm en tel

❝it's a ...a saying. i'm not sure who said it but someone did. at some point. probably.❞ dandelion explains with a flamboyant motion of his head and a half shoulder shrug. ❝— and if no one's willing to step forward to claim credit for it than i certainly will.❞ dandelion speaks brusquely, before finally clamping his teeth together to cease his prattling. off topic, he reminds himself firmly.

beneath the compliment of the regal color of his own eyes, dandelion cannot help but preen. humility has never been one of his strong suits and he soaks up the compliment like a sponge to water.

❝yes well, i'm just blessed, i suppose.❞ he answers non-too-humbly. blessed. lucky. the illict spawn of brokejaw rise's beefy and terrifying warlord... how it came to be didn't matter. he simply was. whatever it was had spared him from slaughter as a newborn cub and kept him alive in the rise's ranks so ...that was something.

❝y'know in my experience when someone claims they don't bite ...they usually do,❞ dandelion points out, but he's terribly charmed by the beast before him even if there is some tiny part of him that warns against it. he ignores it, as he is wont to do. the most terrifying and dangerous beasts had the best stories to tell, after all. ❝but not all red you say?❞ skeptical, the balladeer draws nearer with slow steps to better see for himself.

❝huh,❞ dandelion muses. ❝there is some blue. how interesting...❞