#zcrayas

No. No, it most certainly was not. After all, Daphne felt she understood a thing or two about the end of a world -   or at least the closest equivalent to as much. Though she is not without her melodrama, she understands what the pale one is meaning to suggest. A sigh passes through the doll if only by sound, for there was no pout to accompany the breath of expression. A turn of her head and the doll's body chimes delicately, melodically, with the movement.

       ❝ You must know my frustration at least.   - My medallions are precious and precious few. I know not where or how to procure any more than what I have. ❞   And to see one shattered into pieces because of a clumsy fall of her own made her want to break apart just the same. Imparting them as gifts was one thing, a choice of departure, a sentiment. Losing them because of fault could not be withstood   ( at least, to her ).   Daphne sighs, turning her gaze back towards the broken medallion once more.   ❝ I doubt there may be a smith with such knowledge left in all these lands anymore... ❞

" Whether it makes me a fool or a dreamer, I'll gladly wield and believe in gentleness, than join the numerous in steel..." She rolls a tiny flower between her fingers, watching a slug now proceeding on the other side of the road. Safely. " It is strange, see... to be both praised for the lack an edge, yet also reminded how display of excessive softness may invite trouble..." " Perhaps for a leader. I couldn't be taken ruthless even if I tried. I understand what it takes: actions I have no heart to make... but I have also witnessed how mere kindness may disarm, acknowledge everyone deep down yearns fairness and kindness. So rare." || @fireknightqueelign

         “ Mine own ferocity be no triviality,” he wagers, watching her little rescuee slip along with placid eyes. “But that maketh me not a leader myself– Not all are meant for such a role. ”

           He offers her a gauntleted hand to assist when he predicts she’s ready to stand.

[🔥] : Mirrored Perspectives — @zcrayas grabs Messmer's wrist to stop him from leaving.  ↪ (Too messy when something dangerous or upsetting calls. That weak grip of hers is more "please" than actually stopping anyone xD)

A feeble caress of fingers dared near the bare accursed skin. Nerves lit aflame with volcanic denial, surging magmaic heat through the length of his complex in austere warning before Messmer could react naturally. There lived no ill-intent in the grasp —— a pleading capture of his attention with biddings to remain.

They stagnate together in this moment. Slants of pale light illuminate Rya with the essence of lost divinity against the backdrop of shadows darkening Messmer into obscurity. She is that of vacillating fairness; of swelling heart. He cannot look upon her.

He snaps the string between them. For her sake.

" Mine flesh will sheer thee, " he explained with an apologetic look, refuting the intention of wanting to harm her," art thee troubled? "

"Aye, and a crown most befitting of a lord," said the great omen, his voice accompanied by a low purr; a lilting trill of sorts as he sat crosslegged.

@zcrayas

"A-Are you sure?" Thiollier was hesitant to ask. this strange girl was rather kindly, but it wasn't often the shaded castle received visitors let alone one whose vision appeared to be obscured in some way.

He wouldn't sit still for very long though when he sees her bump into a wall yet again when her hands misjudge the distance to cushion herself.

"Um... here, let me help at least for a little bit." Getting up, Thiollier would tentatively take hold of Rya and guide her on a path clear of obstacles. His touch was featherlight as though afraid to place too much untoward pressure on the girl. This close he swore he could see something was off about her eyes, but he didn't know just what yet or if it was a trick of the light.

"That so?" Messmer lent more weight on his spear as he stared down this strange girl, the hilt scraping lightly against the ground with the movement. Casting a glance about the manor he now inhabits due to Rykard's bidding (or was it hissing?), he notes how out of place this seemingly pure girl really was.

His serpents seemed amused with her as is, slithering closer to Rya and flicking their tongues at her. Maybe there was something about her that warranted this curious behavior. needless to say, Messmer would have them retreat at his bidding.

"... Thou speaks?"

His tail tapped lightly upon the ground. Even without sparing so much as a glance, he could sense the young serpent-girl's presence.