[AW] A state of conflict or a conflicted state?

[Rostislav]

Rostislav Having freshly been crowned the warden of Denocte, I walk through the various lands, looking for wandering souls. Wandering souls that need protecting, for after all that's my job. Okay that's not really what I'm doing, for as far as I know the world is at peace. (Except for Helovia burning in the far distance.) Instead I simply want to introduce myself to the citizens of Denocte, having only recently arrived. Damaris trails some twenty yards behind me, keeping her thoughts to herself, though her overall aura is one of contentment and joy. The sun shines above us, casting a heat in our skins, especially for my furry obsidian hellhound. I'm a little more comfortable that she, perhaps. As we walk a burst of motion catches my eye. I turn my head to the left and Damaris trots to catch up to me, her green eyes staring ahead. One adult, one child. I scoff, for my eyes have told me the same. I recognize both of them, in fact. Miette, and Noah her father. As I near, I sense agitation and irritation coming from Noah, as if flies were buzzing around us biting at each minute wound. But there are no flies, or else they'd be biting at me from head to toe. I'm sweet flesh for such insects. I get closer and call out to him, ignoring Miette for the time being. Damaris trots ahead. Start slow, they don't know you. She doesn't bother to answer me, having already known this. She trots up toward Noah, slowing to a walk when she's a few yards away. She barks softly and wags her tail. I call out at almost the same time. "Noah! How goes it, Comrade?" I pull up along side Damaris and offer the stallion a broad smile. "This is Damaris. I found her egg back in Helovia." I flick my tail at the hound, and she glances up at me with a soft grin. Walk. Talk. @Noah Top Shelf Sexy Badass

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