“Oh I’m very lucky, I’m sure. But what’s a woman like you doing in a place like this?” A charming grin dances easily across his lips, lighting up his eyes playfully. It’s hard to imagine that those lips had been painted in blood, those eyes filled with the bloodlust and glory of battle. It would be even harder to imagine that the roan steed had been the patron of death, the lord of destruction. And the disgrace of the Gods.
As her emerald gaze is cast to the ground, muttering quietly about searching, and the winged femme proceeds to wander forth, eyes still fixed to the sand, Thaeron notices now the blood staining the grit, the grin falling from his lips. The fallen god pauses as she steps away, giving her a sidelong glance with unmasked intrigue wrought upon his features. It seems that she, unlike him, is wandering the desert for more than just sight-seeing. Bloodbane is a familiar weight within the grip of his invisible hands as he glances around swiftly, now on high alert. Audits twitch but catch nothing beyond the unending silence, stretching as far as the sea of dunes. By the faint scent of the blood it is reasonably fresh- and not equine in origin.
“Of course. My homeland, Alanaris, has many magical creatures, dragons included. We even have beings who can turn into dragons. They are magnificent creatures.” He pauses for a moment, reflecting the mischievous smile on her lips as he puts two and two together. “You know, if you’re hunting for dragons, two sets of eyes might be better than one.” He inclines his head with a dramatic flourish, eyes alight with laughter. “My lady, if you seek a dragon it would be my pleasure to aid you in your quest, if you but do me the honour of giving me your name.” It was clear he was no knight, not with the various golden hoops adorning his form and the mass of thick braids framing his face. But with humour dancing in his eyes he spoke as a knight might address a lady.
@Lucinda don't mind Thaeron being dramatic at the end there lol
