Ocean's Breath Plateau slippin' off your shoulders

no worries about the wait! <3

her answer brings with it a soft flutter of disappointment within the sveijarn's chest that he cannot quite stifle. it blossoms like a sad, half wilted bloom within his chest all the same.

but, he had considered this a possibility when seeking them out.

still, they had been the closest and thus his first option.

nae, he refuses her offer gently, with a soft shake of his head. i cannae expect that of ye. `sides, i ken what is goin' on with the lass. and again, rhaegal feels the pressure of urgency in his paws.

i dinnae trust wolves i daenae ken. he says this a bit more firmly than he means, attempting to soften the rough as jagged seacliff rock with, i thank ye fer the offer all the same.

a dip of head is given.

and the rake of his claws in the dirt mingled with sand underfoot that tells him he should not linger here long.
i must be goin' then. i dinnae want the lasses dyin' on my watch.