Prince Aurelius Titus Scorpio XII
"Right," Artos said biting off the words that wanted to follow. He was beginning to think he would fry his brain by the end of the day. He was already, miserably, failing to stop his dry remarks despite conscious effort to do curb his tongue. He did not expect her to stay more then a day, he couldn't recall any other Aries leader that did off the top of his head. Their relations were courteous, not warm, but she did say 'or two', so probably not.
He had to, once again, bite his tongue and the instinct to roll his eyes as she took off without him, with his longer legs, he was able to catch up to her and match her pass fairly quickly, "Your concern for my comfort is touching," Artos said dryly without noticing he had done so, again. A few microseconds later, of course, he noticed. It seemed his unruly tongue truly was a pox from the gods.
Artos took the chance to let his eyes roam the crowded streets as people already started to part at the sight of him to make room, he flashed a small smile and waved his hand at them. The large houses lining the streets were only broken by the occasional alley, "Would you like to see the docks? The ocean is lovely at this time of day," Artos said turning his head in the direction he knew the docks to lay. It was a safe bet as she likely hadn't seen the ocean, or at least, had rarely seen them giving their homeland.
"Right," Artos said biting off the words that wanted to follow. He was beginning to think he would fry his brain by the end of the day. He was already, miserably, failing to stop his dry remarks despite conscious effort to do curb his tongue. He did not expect her to stay more then a day, he couldn't recall any other Aries leader that did off the top of his head. Their relations were courteous, not warm, but she did say 'or two', so probably not.
He had to, once again, bite his tongue and the instinct to roll his eyes as she took off without him, with his longer legs, he was able to catch up to her and match her pass fairly quickly, "Your concern for my comfort is touching," Artos said dryly without noticing he had done so, again. A few microseconds later, of course, he noticed. It seemed his unruly tongue truly was a pox from the gods.
Artos took the chance to let his eyes roam the crowded streets as people already started to part at the sight of him to make room, he flashed a small smile and waved his hand at them. The large houses lining the streets were only broken by the occasional alley, "Would you like to see the docks? The ocean is lovely at this time of day," Artos said turning his head in the direction he knew the docks to lay. It was a safe bet as she likely hadn't seen the ocean, or at least, had rarely seen them giving their homeland.