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L O C A T I O N : The forest, Waldria
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #8A0000 | Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #7A7A7A
Cleo looked annoyed as Ulfrik looked down at her with the goddamn smile and it only got more annoyed when he started speaking. "Cleo, you know I dislike that filthy redneck bitch as much as the next guy," She raised her eyebrows as she crossed her arms across her chest. "But unfortunately, if we're going to liberate the myths from Waldria, we're going to need every tamer on our side, even if we don't necessarily like them..." [/b] Cleo took a deep breath out as she continued to look at him as he moved his hands to the headscarf in her hand. "Dragons are very powerful creatures, and as we all know, Ramona Marlowe is in total control of them. Let's wind back the clocks for a sec..."
"You really do not need to do that, I know the story." But, of course he started the story she had heard enough times once more. She blinked slowly as she released a sigh. "Many moons ago, a revolutionary named Kegan the Conqueror swept across the land on the backs of his dragons, ransacking every village, fortress, forest, and camp until almost all of Waldria was completely devoured in his flames. He would have almost taken the entire dimension for himself if not for my grandfather, who famously killed him on the edge of a cliff." As he continued to speak about the dragons, Cleo let her arms fall to herself as she tapped her foot with a smirk on her face, hoping he would get the hint. But then again, Ulfrik could never take a hint. But, he did know exactly how to surprise the girl as he reached on for her headscarf only to begin putting it back on her.
Which to some extent she saw as sweet, but she also saw it as annoying. She wore it in her home to show respect for the religion she still held but, here she had other things on her mind then wearing a headscarf that would only bring more attention to her. "Now, Ramona Marlowe may not be as smart as you, or as beautiful as you, and definitely not as strong as you," Cleo smirk turned into a smug half smile as she nudged her head about in a confident as if she already knew the things he was saying were true. Did she really think so? Not necessarily; Cleo knew nothing about the girl other than her name and how shady she seemed but, she knew herself pretty well. And she was a girl who was not even five feet off the ground but still weighted more than most of the women taller than her and she had a child's education. "The first two are very debatable." She said softly with her smirk still on her face as she looked up at her friend. So. yes the first two things were debatable, but her being stronger was no competition. And people who actually knew the short girl knew. "But if we're going to make an impression on my dear brother, Percival, then we are going to have to threaten him with the horrifying possibility of history repeating itself. We are going to need all of the help we can get." Cleo chuckled as she shook her head with a smirk.
When he had finished putting her headscarf back on and moved his hands to her shoulders, bringing the two closer than usual Cleo looked both ways to the woods before letting her eyes turn back to the man right in front of her. She then saw the look on his smug little face and sighed. "What do you need now, your highness?"
"I need to ask a favor of you. I'm going to be busy a couple minutes from now, and the task might last many hours. I need you to spread the word that I'm holding a get-together at my humble abode this afternoon. The more tamers who come, the more our cause will thrive. Can you do that for me?" She wanted to be irritated, honesty but she couldn't help but roll her eyes and continue with her sarcasm. "Fine, but you own me a favor if I ever ask for assitantce," That day was never going to come, she would let herself get harmed before asking/begging for anyone's help even Ulfrik. No, especially Ulfrik. Right before walking off, Cleo put her thumb under his chin with a stoic look on her face with only the tips of her lips curving into a smirk once more. I am nothing more than a messenger to you now days." She said before removing her finger from under his chin and fixing the scarf on her head to cover all of her free flowing hair, even the front. The older girl started to walk away before turning back to her friend before disappearing into the woods. "If I get killed by a myth or caught by your brother, it is on you." Cleo pointed at Ulfrik before walking into the woods to fulfill his little favor.
"You really do not need to do that, I know the story." But, of course he started the story she had heard enough times once more. She blinked slowly as she released a sigh. "Many moons ago, a revolutionary named Kegan the Conqueror swept across the land on the backs of his dragons, ransacking every village, fortress, forest, and camp until almost all of Waldria was completely devoured in his flames. He would have almost taken the entire dimension for himself if not for my grandfather, who famously killed him on the edge of a cliff." As he continued to speak about the dragons, Cleo let her arms fall to herself as she tapped her foot with a smirk on her face, hoping he would get the hint. But then again, Ulfrik could never take a hint. But, he did know exactly how to surprise the girl as he reached on for her headscarf only to begin putting it back on her.
Which to some extent she saw as sweet, but she also saw it as annoying. She wore it in her home to show respect for the religion she still held but, here she had other things on her mind then wearing a headscarf that would only bring more attention to her. "Now, Ramona Marlowe may not be as smart as you, or as beautiful as you, and definitely not as strong as you," Cleo smirk turned into a smug half smile as she nudged her head about in a confident as if she already knew the things he was saying were true. Did she really think so? Not necessarily; Cleo knew nothing about the girl other than her name and how shady she seemed but, she knew herself pretty well. And she was a girl who was not even five feet off the ground but still weighted more than most of the women taller than her and she had a child's education. "The first two are very debatable." She said softly with her smirk still on her face as she looked up at her friend. So. yes the first two things were debatable, but her being stronger was no competition. And people who actually knew the short girl knew. "But if we're going to make an impression on my dear brother, Percival, then we are going to have to threaten him with the horrifying possibility of history repeating itself. We are going to need all of the help we can get." Cleo chuckled as she shook her head with a smirk.
When he had finished putting her headscarf back on and moved his hands to her shoulders, bringing the two closer than usual Cleo looked both ways to the woods before letting her eyes turn back to the man right in front of her. She then saw the look on his smug little face and sighed. "What do you need now, your highness?"
"I need to ask a favor of you. I'm going to be busy a couple minutes from now, and the task might last many hours. I need you to spread the word that I'm holding a get-together at my humble abode this afternoon. The more tamers who come, the more our cause will thrive. Can you do that for me?" She wanted to be irritated, honesty but she couldn't help but roll her eyes and continue with her sarcasm. "Fine, but you own me a favor if I ever ask for assitantce," That day was never going to come, she would let herself get harmed before asking/begging for anyone's help even Ulfrik. No, especially Ulfrik. Right before walking off, Cleo put her thumb under his chin with a stoic look on her face with only the tips of her lips curving into a smirk once more. I am nothing more than a messenger to you now days." She said before removing her finger from under his chin and fixing the scarf on her head to cover all of her free flowing hair, even the front. The older girl started to walk away before turning back to her friend before disappearing into the woods. "If I get killed by a myth or caught by your brother, it is on you." Cleo pointed at Ulfrik before walking into the woods to fulfill his little favor.