[Frulam is alerted a few hours later, sipping her afternoon tea in the delight of a broken human being, asserting her dominance over him like a feral canine turned domesticated. Nothing makes her happier than this sight and as she approaches Bardulf, she hums softly.]
It's okay. It's okay. [Cajoling and horrible in all its glory.] I'm here now, little one. Are you ready to talk? Are you ready to explain yourself? Or does the champion need a few more reminders of his place in this camp?
[Her twistedness knows no bounds, and an almost (almost?) apologetic half dragon watches on. Not honor.]
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Date: 2018-03-24 08:27 pm (UTC)It's okay. It's okay. [Cajoling and horrible in all its glory.] I'm here now, little one. Are you ready to talk? Are you ready to explain yourself? Or does the champion need a few more reminders of his place in this camp?
[Her twistedness knows no bounds, and an almost (almost?) apologetic half dragon watches on. Not honor.]