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Kimmi replied to the topic Fantasy Character Castle Chronicles n.1 in the forum Fantasy Writers 5 years, 2 months ago
“Get. Out. Of my head.”
Nithel slowly side walked toward Alessio, still in a crouch. Closer, but not too close, giving Brendin and the youth space. Yes, the dragon could kill them all easier this way, but… Nithel’s brows somehow lowered more. You have a use for us. A revulsion and sickness grabbed his chest. Noy. His mind raced a bit more on that, then his eyes turn toward the creature.
Whom do you serve? The thought was solid. But the dragon was talking. So Nithel didn’t ask his question with words.
I… need to keep him from my mind. From understanding. His mind search but a moment more when something clicked. I could think in the tongue of nujum altanafus. He… Nithel’s face felt the smallest hope. I can think without him knowing. None know the tongue. And from this time forward, his thoughts are in that different language. A language not even from a world.
@joelle-stone Does Malvat still understand? I don’t know…“I am a dragon, but I do not eat maidens.”
Nithel’s eyes bounced up to the dragon. Then he felt someone else behind him, peeking slowly. He turned his upper-body to face Alessio and Bredin. He could see the giant lizard or the girl if he just turns his chin a bit in either direction.
She looked over them all with a regal heir. She reminded him of Vinia; almost instantly. Then she looked on the dragon. “My dear Malvat,” her voice carried, strong, but soft like a bee.
Nithel’s face was blank, thinking hard.
“Do you not yet know it is rude to call humans ‘mankind’? It will not do,” It was like she was rebuking her child, in a sing-song…
Nithel’s brows lift the smallest bit. haqa? The similarities between her and Vinia dissipated, then dropped almost entirely as she sat on the ground, casual as a stone, crossing her legs. Nithel ran his eyes over her. She was uncomfortale. Her eyes careful.
Only a moment later he saw she had something hidden in her hand. But now he was looking straight ahead. At neither Malvat nor the maiden. Just over Alessio’s head, and in front of Brendin. Lost in thought.
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