anya and emeline hehe
Anya; “She’s sweet,” He says, continuing, “and pretty.” It is then that he pauses, debating on if he can even think more on the women. “Surely she’s made some man happy with those things.” But he is not a man who can make a home out of someone sweet and pretty alone, he needs bricks on which to build that home (still he’d sleep with her as if his opinion on that mattered, disgusting). “I fear I’d be bored after the first night with her, more power to the sap who got her pregnant though.” Nekhbet shrugs, giving a dismissive wave of his hand; to be fair he tended to like destroying pretty, delicate things, there was always satisfaction to be had in plucking a flower and watching it wilt.
Emeline; Nekhbet grins wildly at the mention of the queen. “Gods is that women is something, why if only most women could be as impressive as her, perhaps I’d enjoy the company of their words more than their bodies…Anya could learn a thing of two from a women like the dragon queen.”
He snorts,“I’m not sure if I’m intrigued she has walls to keep people out or if I find it tedious at this point though, a bit of both; either way I do love a challenge.” Part of him almost felt fear when standing before her, although he wouldn’t admit it, neither to himself fully or out loud. Mostly because he’s afraid it isn’t only the dragons doing that has his boots shake ever so slightly.
