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Maxence
I am not so easy to kill
| Maxence was relieved to have the company of his Solterran brothers when the Delumine closed in. It first came in the flicker of palomino eye contact, brief and sharp, the kind that Maxence would never retreat from but endure. As the stranger approached it was Vadim's words that rose over the ambience of the party, commenting on how easily one could become fat and soft in a place like this. "Indeed." was the Commander's reply, and while he dare not say it it was for the reason Vadim had voiced that Maxence would never trust the flower-pickers. He was unlikely to ever call upon their western allies simply because they were the kind to find value in finer things like gold and silver and hardly ever in so much as a meal - a rarity in the land of snakes and lions. Solterrans knew to value a pound of wheat as much as a pound of gold—the Delumine saw a fatal difference. The approaching pegasus spoke with an amiable greeting and welcome, the kind that relaxed the commander but also set him slightly on edge and just how friendly he was, though quickly Maxence reassured himself that he was just used to hostility and never hospitality. The slightest of one-sided smiles had found its way to his face as he opened his mouth to answer, but upon hearing that King Kasil was not in attendance it was soon struck with a frown. Well, the whole trip had been for just about nothing then. "We have journeyed far to speak with King Kasil... Unfortunately we were not aware he would not be in attendance." Glancing over each shoulder to his two brothers at each one he shook his head and gave a huff, then returned his sights to the humble flower picker. "But thank you Somnus. My men and I would be happy to join in the festivities" It was then that a basket was set down at their feet, filled to the brim with delicious sweets - the kind Solterrans dare not even dream of. Maxence looked down upon them with wide watery eyes, blinking at the gorgeous smell that filled his nose. All he had had to eat this past year were roots, creek grasses and the foulest of edible cacti. Taking one between his teeth, Maxence began to eat before he scooted the basket toward Vadim to take one and then to Voltaire. By the time he'd finished the sweet he had almost forgotten about the boy who stood before them chattering away, and when he drew his attention to the pale scaled one he was posed a question about where they were from. "Just over the hill" he smirked, glancing between his brothers as he chuckled. @Vadim @Pan @Voltaire @Somnus |
by blair of shine, translated to html by meverrnind
