Dragoncrest Cliffs tired of my turmoil.

He is oblivious to her discomfort. To him, the silence is devoid of meaning or tension — the silence is just silence. He scrutinizes her swollen ankle, then looks back at the coyote. For being so small and malnourished, she seems to have held her own pretty we— oh hey, there's heda.

Heda, he says, drawing his attention to her, making sure that his eye did not wander from her face as it so often tended to do in regular conversation.  She fought that coyote in front of me and Vercingetorix.  He was impressed by her, told me to call for you.  She is willing to learn.  Willing to become better.

His hardened bronze gaze falls then upon Aure as he waits expectantly for her to explain herself.

italics is trigedasleng; mobile post