that gleam in your eyes
She is interested to know, but the man clears his throat and changes subjects. She watches him with a brow raised, still with suspicion but also amusement at the way he attempts to hide his anxiety. He offers a weak smile and speaks of the view, which Lu follows her gaze to. She agrees it's not a bad view and yet, it still doesn't quite fit together with an outsider.
"Yes, a rather stark view compared to your lush greenery, I presume," she replies with distaste. The ebony mare takes a few steps further until she's at the edge of the rooftop and looks down. There is a significant drop below and several scenarios run through her mind.
"Have you ever seen a battle fought here?" she asks, her tone curious. "They are quite the spectacle. Some say they're a wonder to watch, yet deadly. After all, the red on the stone isn't merely the color, but the blood spills of the fallen." Lucinda would be lying if she said she hadn't fought here before, but it had been very brief. Still, there is a small part of her that wouldn't mind spilling more blood onto the Colosseum's floor. Who knows how much might spill if one were to fall from this height. She refrains since it does not yet seem appropriate. For now, she studies the man and wonders what would lead him all the way here. Surely there had to be more to it than simply the view.
@Atlaas not sure what kind of word vomit this is, I apologize < / 3
"Speaking."
is so familiar a gleam
The stranger turns around immediately after Lucinda makes her entrance. He claims to love his forest, yet he's glad to be here. An interesting response indeed since she's sure he's not referring to being here with the mare and her dragon. How could one so used to the comfort of shade and tree sap enjoy themselves out in the harsh desert?She is interested to know, but the man clears his throat and changes subjects. She watches him with a brow raised, still with suspicion but also amusement at the way he attempts to hide his anxiety. He offers a weak smile and speaks of the view, which Lu follows her gaze to. She agrees it's not a bad view and yet, it still doesn't quite fit together with an outsider.
"Yes, a rather stark view compared to your lush greenery, I presume," she replies with distaste. The ebony mare takes a few steps further until she's at the edge of the rooftop and looks down. There is a significant drop below and several scenarios run through her mind.
"Have you ever seen a battle fought here?" she asks, her tone curious. "They are quite the spectacle. Some say they're a wonder to watch, yet deadly. After all, the red on the stone isn't merely the color, but the blood spills of the fallen." Lucinda would be lying if she said she hadn't fought here before, but it had been very brief. Still, there is a small part of her that wouldn't mind spilling more blood onto the Colosseum's floor. Who knows how much might spill if one were to fall from this height. She refrains since it does not yet seem appropriate. For now, she studies the man and wonders what would lead him all the way here. Surely there had to be more to it than simply the view.
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