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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Jan 22, 2024 23:08:16 GMT -5
Rena tilts her head, chuckling softly to herself, “...petty nonsense, eh? Well, guess I know where you stand. Not often I meet someone with your opinions who was raised noble,” she smiles to herself. Perhaps this one’s more of a fledgling than she’d thought. He’s certainly picking up skills fast enough for it…she shakes her head, eyes shining silver as she stretches, unfazed by the draconynh’s rant as she considers, “...mmm, I do believe that tonight is boar stew at the tavern…that’s always good…”
The crow chirps softly, smiling softly as she spares a moment to check over her bayonets before slowly, almost lazily striding over toward the edge of the clearing. She glances over her shoulder, silver eyes seeming to take in every detail of Lucian, seeing all and judging none of it…and then the moment is gone, her eyes are turned forward to scrutinize her surroundings as she walks, humming and trilling softly to herself as she walks.
Town is relatively quiet when they get there, people occasionally glancing at the pair as they move toward the tavern. One fellow - a greasy-feathered, disheveled bluejay aviankin - does glare at Lucian as he stumbles from the tavern, muttering random gibbering under his breath as his mud-brown eyes seem to bore into the draconynh. Rena eyes the bluejay with bone-white irises as she tenses, black-scaled hands flexing in that way that Lucian has begun to learn warns of an imminent unsheathing of her blades.
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Post by Lucian Lucifen on Jan 23, 2024 0:19:34 GMT -5
At the glare from the blue jay, the draconynh immediately raised his claws up in a surrendering gesture. His fins also flattened just a bit, as a non-verbal sign of "you're the one in charge here." He'd much rather de-escalate this situation, whatever it was, than fight like Rena was planning to.
"Whoa, whoa, sir!" Lucian exclaimed, a small bit of panic in his voice. "We simply want to be patrons at this lovely tavern, same as you. And based on your stumbling, do you need any assistance? You're likely very drunk at the moment. Do you need any help walking, or help sobering up?"
He approached the blue feathered avian-kin, extending a kind hand outwards towards him. He was offering to help stabilize the bird. It was clear that he was rather naïve based on this action. The other bird could be planning on robbing him or shanking him. It didn't matter it that was based on Lucian being a draconynh, an apparent noble, or an outsider. Even so, he'd much rather potentially help this person instead of risking getting into an unnecessary fight.
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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Jan 23, 2024 3:42:04 GMT -5
"...y'jus..." the bluejay slurs, lurching toward the draconynh as he speaks, "...three bloody months o' work, o' time an' effort an'...an'...an' bustin' me rear t' try an' get that raven...an' y'jus'...walk in an' suddenly she's all o'er ye'? where's th'bloody justice in 'at?" he's...very obviously not in the mood for deescalation, already rearing back to swing at Lucian before a bayonet blunted with a layer of black ice cracks against his shoulder, eliciting a yelp and a hefty flinch.
Rena lets out an angry hiss, eyes burning bone white as she glares up at the taller aviankin, "...told'ye o'er a dozen times already, tar'idru. not int'rested in ye 'r anyone else. maybe in a few years, but never ye," she spits, brandishing iced-over bayonets, the one in her other hand quickly gaining a blunted coat of the same black ice as she shifts her stance, ready to deliver several different flavors of pain to the fool.
The fool in question is...already backing away, cursing under his breath about a 'psycho crow,' even as he flees.
Rena huffs, quickly dispelling the ice coating her bayonets and slipping them back up her sleeves, glancing around with a raised eyebrow as though asking the onlookers what they're gawking at. those eyes flash white again, which...somehow prompts everyone to get moving once more? there's...definitely something going on that doesn't make sense from the outside.
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Post by Lucian Lucifen on Jan 23, 2024 11:09:07 GMT -5
“My goodness, that man was rather rude.” The draconynh stated plainly as he watched the blue jay avian-kin flee. “You’d think he’d listen to you and back off if you’ve been rejecting him for months by this point.”
It must be difficult to be a beautiful woman who was supposedly “single.” But it was none of Lucian’s business, considering he was a big, scary dragon man. And, besides, Rena was fully capable of defending herself in any situation, much more than he would be able to.
And must people assume that every man and woman who head out into town together are a couple? He and Rena were merely friends. That man must have really been enamored by Rena for him to try to attack Lucian like that.
“Anyways, I suppose we should head inside, then.” He spoke, changing the topic of the conversation to what they were planning on doing. “I’m looking forward to trying that stew you mentioned.”
He stepped towards and then into the tavern, the sound his claws against the ground changing with the shift in material of the floor.
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