#bardwrites

Good evening, gentle reader. My name is Raven, and I like to write about the silly little guys that pop into my head sometimes. I also shitpost a lot :P

I like dragons, Assassins Creed, Dungeons and Dragons, Twisted Wonderland, and Love and Deepspace 😊

All of my works are listed under #bardwrites if you wanna see them

Danaeir Elora Atara: She would not curse. Ever. It’s not that she can’t, she was raised around soldiers her whole life, she just doesn’t think it’s becoming. She’s not averse to using backhanded insults though. However, when she was three, her old nanny told her that if she ever cursed, she would get a curse placed on herself, and the only way to dissolve it is to wash her mouth out with soap. She believed it until she was nine, when her mother found out and flew into a fury. It was part of the reason why that nanny got fired

Xavier: He can. He has no qualms against it. He’s been cussed at enough that he knows the worst insults to throw to absolutely decimate someone. He just doesn’t think that it’s worth the energy. He just kinda stands there, takes it, then walks away.

Nalia al Tawil: Again, she’s been trained to be the next ruler of her country as well, but she’s also had to raise herself. She habitually snuck out of the palace a lot, so she became well-versed in the art of dragging someone. She won’t curse in her daily language, but she will when pushed too far.

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They all sat in the tavern, chattering animatedly with each other, the hearth casting a warm glow over the room. The wooden walls were covered with news clippings, paintings, and various hunting trophies, and the air was filled with the low chattering of other patrons. The smell of meat and mead floated through the air, and Ben took it all in as he listened to the conversation at hand. Or perhaps argument, as it seemed to be becoming.

"Nalia, the one time that I give you the coin bag, you go and overspend and almost get everyone robbed!" Xavier whisper-yelled, glaring daggers at Nalia, who was absentmindedly picking at the edges of her sleeves.

"What's the problem with you anyways?" She grinned, showing absolutely no shame. "We got out of it in the end, and we still have our coin."

"Keep you voice down!" Xavier hissed. "Are you actually brain dead? Did you get dropped on your head as a kid or something or is it genetic?" Dana glanced at him, wounded. He looked back at her, catching her expression. Sighing, he said, "I'm sorry Dana. You seem to be the CLEAR EXCEPTION between the two of you." He swung back to Nalia, glaring at her once more.

"Oh, would you shut up?" Nalia shot back, her grin sharper now. "I swear, your barking will summon every army from the next three countries around us."

Xavier bared his teeth. "Better than squeaking like a mosquito."

"Coming from someone who looks like a medically malfunctioning sheep? Oh no, please sir, spare me."

"Baboon-faced bastard."

"Cream-colored coward."

"You-you absolute... wart!"

"Since you look a lot like a moldy, half-eaten sandwich yourself, I don't think you should be talking."

"HOW DARE-"

"Your food, my friends." The waiter interjected, put a plate down at the table. Ben choked back a laugh as Xavier visibly deflated, settling back down in his seat with a murderous glare aimed at Nalia. He tore a chicken wing off and began to rip into it furiously as Nalia laughed and chattered with the waiter. Dana leaned over to Ben, hiding a smile behind her glass of water.

"As terribly entertaining as this is," she murmured, "Should I have a word with them after this? I feel like we should all get along together to some degree, seeing as we're all traveling together." Her brow bunched together worriedly, gazing back at Nalia as she began poking at Xavier. Again.

"Nah," Ben whispered back. "Let them figure it out. It's for enrichment. You can't grow without a little bit of challenge." She bit at her lip worriedly, looking back up at him dolefully. He grinned back, hoping that his smile didn't look wonky. Finally, she sat back, slumping against the back of her chair.

"If you say so," She sighed, taking a sip. They both jumped as they heard Xavier let out a strangled scream.

"OUTSIDE. NOW. WE'RE FIGHTING." Xavier lunged at Nalia, who sat there examining her nails and smirking. Ben grabbed at Xavier, wrestling him down into his seat. Nalia began to laugh before Dana smacked her across the head, sending her a baleful glare before turning to the server nearby and apologizing profusely.

Fifteen minutes later, they all sat in silence. Xavier picked at his food, Nalia sliced into hers, and Dana and Ben slumped over their plates with their faces planted into their hands.

"So..." Nalia started, but Dana put up one hand before she could continue.

"No. Just- eat. Please."