FAUNA ( @mkoshi ) said, “ where did you come from? ” here / accepting
𝐈𝐓 was the question he tended to dread the most: where did he come from? there was the practical answer (the terrible answer) of a hundred dead and a red moon; there was the dishonest answer of his mother’s loins; there was the typical answer of a small hamlet village or the name of a lesser house he had since moved on from. he had come from all of those places and none of them, for he was without house or land or merit. all he had was a dragon. pity that the world seemed fit to call that enough.
said dragon, he was certain, was lingering about somewhere. pamon’s wings had grown sore (or so he assumed by the beast’s low groans and a similar pain brewing between his own shoulders) and so a rest had been needed, but the beast had never been the sort to merely lay down and recuperate. pamon had to move. one moment the black fiend was near but the edge of the grove, and the next he was wholly vanished into it.
and thus, as any decent dragoon ought to have, cináed gave chase - if one could call it that. it was more of a lumbering pursuit that had him cursing pamon from tail to tip with every step taken after the first.
he did not know what he expected to find beyond his dragon no doubt using a tree as a chew-toy, but a person was not one of them. far from a fool, he knew how his own looks might have implied a treachery or several brewing about in his frame. cináed raised his hands with his palms to the woman, noting her strange visage first, then remembering how to speak once the initial shock of antlers passed him by.
❛ a fishing town, ❜ came the knight’s response. ❛ i don’t mean any harm, nor to cause any trouble. my… companion has wandered off. i mean only to find him, then i will be out of your hair. you have my word. ❜
