Skyard understood the rules of the new game, and with his undivided attention he captured each and every single detail of her words. He did not waste a moment to tell her that her assumption had been correct about him. He had always felt like Riverfall would forever be close to his heart, but it certainly was not his home. His true home Syliras was one that he never wanted to return to, and he despised the thought of that disgusting, vile and corrupted city. The knights were practically totalitarian rulers, and Skyard disliked any society with a lack of control from the citizens. He gave his lover a nod, and chose to further expand upon her assumption.
“You are correct, and I certainly do agree with the fact that Riverfall does have a very strong system which consists of tight-knit rules and regulations. However, it is probably the most beautiful city in the world. Anyway, off of this topic and onto the topic of your assumption. It was absolutely correct, and quite honestly I believe that I could very easily move on from this city. I dislike it often times, because of the fact that the safety that exists is almost absolute. It often times bothers me, and makes me paranoid because I worry about the day that this safety ceases to exist.” He concluded his brief speech, and downed yet another cup of the ale he thought to be toxic.
Skyards turn was next, and he wanted to play the game just as well as she had. He began to think to himself, and perhaps form a theory. Was it possible to make an incredibly good assumption about a person based solely upon observations of both the past and the present? Perhaps if he thought back to their first meeting; to the moment that they laid eyes upon one another. He hoped to find an answer there, and with that he closed his eyes for a brief moment. She was and still is clothed in a rather nontraditional fashion when compared to many of the other women that walked about Riverfall.
She was a savage after all, and perhaps he would make note of that for the sole purpose of the game. Skyard parted his lips and began to voice his opinion in hope that he was correct. “Your people are viewed as uncivilized because of the fact that they are warriors. Some of your people are so violent that the reputation precedes you even when you do not want it to. Perhaps your goddess is one of war, and maybe just maybe you wished that things weren't that way. “ Skyard spoke in a soft tone as he locked eyes with his lover.
He often times found it hard to play games like these; because intuition determined the winner and the loser of such a game. Under normal circumstances Skyard would have conceded, but her competitiveness began to intertwine with his own personality. He knew that he wanted to make a quick statement about that as well. Their bond was still new, and he wanted to ensure her that she knew everything about it in any case.
“Oh, and by the way.. As our bond deepens over time we will begin to inherit traits of one another in terms of personality. That is called mirroring, and is a very common part of any bond with a Kelvic, but over time we will become so alike that we won't be able to be told apart if we were to voice ourselves in the cover of darkness.”
“You are correct, and I certainly do agree with the fact that Riverfall does have a very strong system which consists of tight-knit rules and regulations. However, it is probably the most beautiful city in the world. Anyway, off of this topic and onto the topic of your assumption. It was absolutely correct, and quite honestly I believe that I could very easily move on from this city. I dislike it often times, because of the fact that the safety that exists is almost absolute. It often times bothers me, and makes me paranoid because I worry about the day that this safety ceases to exist.” He concluded his brief speech, and downed yet another cup of the ale he thought to be toxic.
Skyards turn was next, and he wanted to play the game just as well as she had. He began to think to himself, and perhaps form a theory. Was it possible to make an incredibly good assumption about a person based solely upon observations of both the past and the present? Perhaps if he thought back to their first meeting; to the moment that they laid eyes upon one another. He hoped to find an answer there, and with that he closed his eyes for a brief moment. She was and still is clothed in a rather nontraditional fashion when compared to many of the other women that walked about Riverfall.
She was a savage after all, and perhaps he would make note of that for the sole purpose of the game. Skyard parted his lips and began to voice his opinion in hope that he was correct. “Your people are viewed as uncivilized because of the fact that they are warriors. Some of your people are so violent that the reputation precedes you even when you do not want it to. Perhaps your goddess is one of war, and maybe just maybe you wished that things weren't that way. “ Skyard spoke in a soft tone as he locked eyes with his lover.
He often times found it hard to play games like these; because intuition determined the winner and the loser of such a game. Under normal circumstances Skyard would have conceded, but her competitiveness began to intertwine with his own personality. He knew that he wanted to make a quick statement about that as well. Their bond was still new, and he wanted to ensure her that she knew everything about it in any case.
“Oh, and by the way.. As our bond deepens over time we will begin to inherit traits of one another in terms of personality. That is called mirroring, and is a very common part of any bond with a Kelvic, but over time we will become so alike that we won't be able to be told apart if we were to voice ourselves in the cover of darkness.”
